..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
I gave you my heart,
you didn’t cherish it.
You returned it,
broken and in shards.
I still cut myself
trying to comfort myself.
And still
I cannot hate you.
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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