Deep Grind


I never thought you’d leave
without saying goodbye,
I guess you got underneath my skin.

like an old wound that never healed,
you festered and bruised deeply.

Our love was dangerous
and fast paced,
Ironic it seems that over time
you grew on me.

Love was a familiar thing for me,
like a bitter taste of wine;
your love hit my palette with
a deep grind,
using your promise’s and lie’s
to sip on my life.

Such wounds are hard to find;
for they are small but most painful.

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