i don't want to say "itoldyouso,"
i'm not gloating
at such a high price.
i was hoping one of us,
at least,
could come out of our wreckage
smiling.
now, you lean on me
and i feel your heart pounding
under my fingers,
racing along with mine
and i
wouldn't wish this on a total stranger,
much less you.
there is nothing to do for it, we
may only pick up our pieces
and limp away, i
leaking my bloody tears and you
tearing a hole in the canvas
where your heart should be.
no, this makes me feel worse,
as if even
the slightest happiness this house
might have seen
has torn away
from your outstretched fingers
i fear our future
these holes in us both that
we haven't the skill to fix,
the ache
nothing can fill, fuel, forget.
forgive.
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