Walking down the street
People rush by
Heads down, seeing nothing
Nothing but their own universe
I bump shoulders with a man
He grunts at me, retreating back into his coma
I am in the way
She grips her coffee cup
Looking at me, questioning eyes
I tell her to stop
She's just going to be hurt
Brokenhearted...again
He'll never treat her right, but she won't hear me
I am in the way
I give him my heart
Its broken shards, all I have to give
He doesn't see how much I trust
Blindly leaning into false love
How could he know? He couldn't
It's hard for me to trust, but when I do it ends
I am in the way
He sees me, He really does
In my rawest form
Broken and filthy, a great burden
When He tells me He loves me I run
I run anywhere but to Him
He can't love me that much, can He?
I am always in the way
(Completed November 11, 2013)
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