we are at war here.

your eyes are flowers

blossoming tears and regret

petals of pain fall.


the sky is velvet

i want to reach out, stroke it

soft as a feather.


your faint memory

like a blanket enfolds me

in visions of white.


my life is summed up

in one simple utterance

"there's beauty in pain"


we are at war here

your words, frozen conviction

i don't want this wound


cold, i shiver now

no forgiveness in your stare

i leave you standing


escaping your hate

crippled with this bleeding heart

i half-run, half-crawl


quiet, still, i tremble

recovery is futile

i see you again.


we play pretend games

your lines are so well-rehearsed

"i didn't mean it."

The End

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