Thursday, February 24, 2011

That poor, poor girl.

That poor, poor girl.
She didn't know what she was getting into.
Didn't know until two years later when she came out the other side of it.
That poor, poor girl.
Already survived so much. Too much to really be healthy.
She didn't know the difference between respect and attention.
It was a slow lesson. With many tears.
That poor, poor girl.
She can't even say his name now without that hollow place coming to life.
So sweet. So cruel. So selfish.
Ah, the poor girl.
She is learning all over again what it is to be free.
Doesn't trust the honest words of the next man.
Keeps waiting for the next blow.
The poor girl.
She didn't know what she was getting into.
But now she's afraid of what comes next.

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