Knowing this is the last conversation
I will ever have with you
has set my course swaying.
Your voice echos in gray matter.
Bouncing against bone and back.
Into the depths.
Your voice is a well of dark water.
“You never loved and that is obvious.”
To be run through
and through
and through
again and
again and
again and
again would have caused a shorter suffering
than those words to me.
You don’t know me if you really think I don’t love you.
I hear you in my heartbeat.
I was ready to leave everything to just chance
being near you.
Not for but because of.
My body is estrangement now.
Just hanging limbs of meat and flesh.
My eyes see nothing but gloom.
The bleak mist of this morning fitting so well
in the empty mood you’ve left in your wake.
You have taken from me any reason
I ever thought I deserved.
To be happy and
feel passion and
think I was worth it
just one fucking time.
But it’s never just me that is wanted.
Only the promises and fantasy.
Something about who I am is never enough.
I suppose I am just as much at fault.
But I can hear you laughing.
And I can see the crinkle in your eyes
when you smile to yourself while admiring
the new notch you have etched out.
I hope that it brings you comfort.
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