who means what
and what comes up
when the word is heard
in the deepest hurt
it's real then,
but when
that's spent,
love makes no dent
it's just empty space you pace
and pay rent
and remember
what you
meant
i know better,
yet her
mind is a
gutter of
false possibilities,
sweet
soft
pleas
why ask me to stay
what goes my way
what is- fuck this,
who cares
this rut
what must come up?
(nothing)
down she goes
this wind
faint
blows
i think i chose
and choices mean reasons
and meanings, and
demons
something to believe in
always
ends
badly.
sadly,
my heart's descent
is a lesson
in knowing
it was
never
meant
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