You make it so hard

To honestly love you,

I know not why.

I could but cry

Yet the tears are few.

I know this card

That you play.

My feelings mean

Little, if nothing to you.

What you do

Is a crime. It does seem

To be this way.

01/07/2008

Author's Note: ... an implosion poem.....

Posted on 10/21/2008
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