you broke your heart again today
as you did yesterday, and the day before.
contrite are you who lets lips swoon
words in which you never meant; sickly
and delightfully sweet, as this moment
without care that each crack
takes away your petty resolve
and leaves but a chaste kiss of mourning,
or that burnt cup of coffee, warm
enough to melt your frozen arteries
but not enough to wake you.
stop it, stop it. you’re doing it again.
see what you’ve done? a tear --
a ripped sheet of printer paper.
a crushed, blotting cartridge, dear.
such a spoiled canvas, yearning to be used
and they’ll use you, hun, they’ll use you
like a disposable camera; its what you’re worth
to them, to you. to everyone who sees
through those empty, senseless eyes
and into the hardening clay
of your cracking, caving soul
tell him, dear. scare him away
and then he’ll stop hurting you, and such
is the hopes I have for you, for me
if you could only see, the world
for everything it is; everything it could be
and everything it will never be for you.
but sweet is nothingness, remorseless,
for your cup is draining now.
so very little left to drink, darling
from your waning sense of self
tell him, and you’ll be free.
tell him and I’ll be free.
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