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It doesn’t matter.
Broken things: discarded.
Past: disreguarded.
A future means nothing
if you don’t want it.
Pull it all together
to forget these roads
those nights
vibrantly colored lies
as decieving as your hands
and you couldn’t hold me if you tried.
You were my correction
incorrect
there was nothing to correct
just a wish that grew hands
convinced, not desired.
you unloved me
backwards
unintentionally first
and still last.
coming and going
and you just stay gone
the shadow with no master
as impossible as our love.

~ by Jessica Phillips on June 15, 2009.