SHRivel

I told you I loved you

While you were still inside me

And I think I felt you shrivel.

Stabbing me with a blunted knife

Oh God the pain.

Why ? Why? Why ?

This compulsion to seek revulsion ?

What do you mean love ?

That’s what you said.

Would the right definition make you say it back ?

It’s too late now. I won’t say it again.

I rolled away from you and left the room. Your house. Your life.

But those pitying eyes … ?

They are all I remember

Of us.

(C) Slumpless

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