Curse

In a moment of quiet
The sounds of buried dreams
return... twisting a knife
long blunt and rusted
Running away is good
as long as you don't have to go back
Reopening forgotten wounds
Waiting in a lake of silent sorrow
The realisation that this isnt fixable
A difference in its manifest
A love that will not die
yet be carried, heavy on my back
until the day I die
With no resolution
and no denial
If I hadn't loved you
I could be happy
I am cursed.

~ Leccie aka CharlotteSometimes(SRWB) 2009