| �I offered you my life and you have thrown it in my face,�
he said in vile anger. Now he dances with the wife he never left, who waited for him to exhaust his search for passion greater than his weakness and return to her thin ice. And now I say to you, �I gave you three years of this precious life, my passion curbed at every surge, and you have thrown them in MY face.� So dance, dear one, do not feel the pain of broken glass beneath your crippled feet, just dance away into denial and do NOT project your frozen soul my way. *why could you never look me in the eyes unless it was to criticize?* |
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| *image: jean paul avisse |