The rising tide
Of hurts real bad
Determined
To cover and drown
My own rationality
With brine and sorrow
Of that can't be right
Of that can't be wrong
The maybe knot
Collapsed at the insight.
They never have
They never will
Count me in.
For what ever of their many very good reasons
For them in their own minds
This only hurts
From love
They don't deserve.
I'd catch a grenade
They can't even send me a text.
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