A Wake
I am too rough around the edges and would cut your soft heart
leaving you to bleed out among the detritus
empty bottles
plastic shopping bags
in the road side ditch
But my heart is kind so I would feel bad
and run back to apply pressure to your wound
but it would be too late because my words are too sharp and piercing
So I have no choice but to walk away
and leave your carrion for the vultures
who will feast on the tenderness of your kindness and respect
which my self-hatred would not allow me to stomach
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I cannot *like this. It is simply heartrending. xx
I wish I could say I didn’t feel this way, but that would be untrue.