The Repeater

A sympathetic stone and a patient ear, never questioning the the intentions of others until something has already been taken….and it is never my pride for there is none to steal. Tapping me of every nutrient in my body leaving me withered and worn. A pair of scuffed leather boots, I put on before I shut my door and the sound of the heel on a wooden floor restore a little of the dignity that my optimistic heart so naively, so foolishly lost…..again

 

(dear reader….chances are pretty damn good that this isn’t about you so shrink your ego just enough to wrap your mind around that, thank you)