How is it I can't trust you and yet you're still in my life?
Buried deep in truths and twisted in reason, it's been lies from the start.
How are we friends or do we just play the part?
Years have passed, dark days and lonelier nights had me wonder,
What are we doing, are we are addicted to the strife?
I ponder what could have become and what if it had been.
And all this time I thought it was my fears that kept us apart.
Broken, ruined and damned are terms you used for me
For you blamed her for breaking my heart, her for this scar.
My fears are absent from the cause of this.
Honest to God, I think it would be hell,
Constant, haunting feeling of being locked in a cell.
White as they may be, still to me lies they are.
Assure me and tell me to trust you again.
When I listen, watch as I show you the fool I am.
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About joearms
I am just a guy on a journey like everyone else. Some may not realize that is what life is and not have a “road map” ready. I was the same way for a long time. Now, I know where I am headed and what direction I want to go in life. The reason for this Word Press page is to allow a glimpse of my history, heart, and dream to you.
Everyone has a way of venting or expressing the way they feel when the good, the bad, and the ugly comes along. While by no means am I a “poet” or some great writer, writing for me is my escape.
I have now been in the military since May of 2010 and love it. This is something I have always wanted to, felt called to do. I started off as a candidate for Special Forces and dropped my contract do to injury, now I am with the 82nd Airborne division at Fort Bragg in NC.
My hope is that through something I have written or challenge I am facing, you can learn from my mistakes and successes and also challenge yourself to something greater.
- Joe
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