Tuesday, September 8, 2015

a fine line

She said with the intent to eviscerate
He writes better than you
Because it was all I had

It could have been said with a sneer
Though she smiled
There was anger
Something under the surface
And I wondered what I had done to her

You couldn't take it
She had said
What? Take what?
You've said it all
And I have said nothing

How can you love like that?
And I allow it. . .

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