Winter 2013

Attempted murder. Stabbed and left me alone to bleed.

No doubt, death would’ve been best. Alone. I never

again believed in love. He said he could never be the man

I deserved, I never understood why, but he was right.

He wasn’t man enough for me but he was man enough for

her. Well deserved. Applaud. Thank you for giving me less than

because you could. That was the last time I swore I would fall in love.

Love, what is that, with another, that vulnerability, to fall within?

That was years ago yet I’ve never loved another like I loved him,

the greatest sin, but I’m ready, I think ….

To love like I loved him, but better this time, more complete.

Tranquility. Β I’m not who I was nor who you think I should be.

Winter 2013 should have killed me, but instead it led me free…..