Monday, February 8, 2010

Confetti

I watch this life
and our love
being ripped to shreds
repeatedly
until she holds
all that we are
in the form of confetti
in the palm of her
evil fucking hand
and tries to blow
away the pieces
so that we can
never be one again
we fight with all
our power
to keep it together
and cling to
what we know is right
and good
and pray some day
we can glue this mess
she has made
back together.

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