#tbt

I got away with stealing

a heart you held so near,

always somehow believing

that we had nothing to fear.

I got away with lying

beside you all these years,

never really trying

always hiding from the mirror.

I got away with murder

when I finally saw the tears,

stating as they stained your face

that I no longer live here.

© Autumn Siders 2012

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