Poem: We are Over

Bite my lip until it bleeds 
Out the phrase I’ve been aching to say, 
Those three words that will 
Maim all sense of compassion,
A lashing of passion. 

Isn’t the look in my eye enough 
To dry any notion of emotion 
Into a Shakespearean stain 
On the pavement? 

Pinch me until I say those words, 
That I have left unheard 
To spare the both of us the grip 
Of finality, 
The banality of reality. 

Slap me silly with insulting phrases, 
That will ease the languish that 
Comes with the language 
Of saying
We are over. 


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