Painful
relationships.
My lover lets me down,
and my mind recalls past bullshit.
He lies once more and I want to believe.
My broken heart won’t let me turn
tears fall, I continue.
My steps don’t fail.
Painful.
Painful,
Replying to
Worried associates
provide polite, useless prattle:
recommendations for the next new ex.
I need them to leave me alone;
let me tend my torn soul.
My life, once more,
painful.
sharpwittedfl 