Thoughts & Poetry

17 of 30: Daggers

It’s hard to imagine
How we have come to this

How once was the one
I admire

Now I seem to deplore

You stood there and spoke
Naively

Thinking it’s okay
To still cling to me

I’d rather have you say

That you no longer
Feel the same

Than sit here and listen
As you speak

All the while you watch me bleed

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