I imagine your happiness
as an affront to my own lack thereof,
every smile and laugh a merciless gloating
in the direction of the corpse
that is the us I had envisioned.
The impracticality of fantasy
doesn’t glue our eyes open.
The tedium of existence
can’t make me forget
the way your invisible hands
felt on my delusional skin.
I can forgive you if you don’t love me.
I can’t forgive me if I can’t stop loving you.

05/02/2011

Posted on 05/07/2011
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