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Who knew

that my distaste for certain kinds

so burdensome


for that gentle soul of yours,


though it reckoned I should oblige

that I'd forever be at service...



We both know

irritated,

I gave chance a go multiple times


hoping you'd understand


the misunderstandings

and the miscommunications

(dealt far too often)


that we got to be honest

and blunt if needed


to work it out

together.



I led the dance

and I cared did I not?


Or was it not enough I wonder,

perhaps too much.



I knew through our year


and through our two new weeks

(always...)


date the one soul


why should friends and family intervene

in our soft love?


why did you ever talk about us

and let them fool you?


could you not hold the weight?



or was I that cruel?




Barely distraught when you cried

and gave your all


I didn't take it seriously

I suppose then and there.



For two weeks

far and busy


I had no moment to gather...


but it was dawning

I knew it'd arrive


when I saw again your art

on my walls


those gifts you gave me

scattered around


and that letter

next to my pillow



the crash came when I got home


and again I've fucked up


I'm back at the familiar start.




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