Do Not Adjust the Temperature

December 15, 2018

You don’t love me and that’s

okay. Any trace of emotion is like

breakthrough bleeding – nothing

to worry about. You don’t know me.


And I blame you, just like I said

I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, just like I

knew I would be. Day follows

night. The circle remains unbroken.

It never occurred to me that a broken

heart remains whole enough to break,

that just because you strike through

a word doesn’t mean it isn’t still there.


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