i am held here by the chains of shame
you wont' look at me
as if sorry is enough to wipe away
the way you have marred this
and the mirror glares back at me
taking in the pain
i hold on to the grave stone of this loss
screaming for impossibilities
and if you touched me you would feel it
the miles between us
there since the day i discovered
the truth
how could you try to keep me here
where would it make sense to stay
to be in this messy massacre of love
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