Monday, 12 March 2012

Pine


You told me to remember to smile
if not for you then for myself;
would that I could recall how
but my heart just isn't in it.

That cardiovascular hydra
devoured it in your name,
and now is more keenly felt
for the absence in its wake.

How easy it was for you to use
the most profound of truths
to cover up so simple a lie
and make it seem like my fault.

“These things just happen” you said
and I know, hope, you didn't plan it;
“But that's just the problem,” I said,
“These things always happen to me.”

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