Was I born with this fear?

Sometimes, it is when I walk slowly through a quiet wood
that my mind is least at peace.

Though I walk alone,
I can not be free of my memories faces.
I hear birds try to whisper me beautiful secrets
but I cannot know them,
imprisoned by heartbreak's memories.
Every boy that
cut a piece away
from what I imagined
love to be.

I can still taste the laughter on my tongue of my first love.
I can still taste his smile.

The boy I walked away from
and ran back towards,
only too late.

I didn't know I loved you.

Wandering, wondering: Did I trade my heart for a pair of leaden wings?

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