November 3, 2015


The words were spoken
can’t be unsaid.
You don’t want forever,
you’d rather be dead
than be with me.
You want to be free.

What’s left?
Was it a lie I was happy with?
When you really do go
I want to know
if you say what you said
out of fear
or because you really meant it.

It is as if you can’t recall
the nights of intimacy
and days of friendship the way
we spent every moment together.
The way we taste
of wine and sex and smoky cheese
and sweaty sheets.

Where did the anger come from?

The rage feels false, not the love.

And because I love you I want you to
Remember the joy.
I know it was real for you too.

And know
I will let you go.


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