Today I tell myself I have no use for you
your fine words
or your heartbreaking way of never calling
on a sunny day when I most want to hear
darling devil how I wish you near.
No, your words are for other lips damned
and desperate for your cool water drink.
I blame no one but me for this terminal fall
the last I will have for you or anyone.
I would rather winter my heart and hold darkness
pressed against my skin than for one moment
one shallow breath believe you might have
ever thought more of me than this bone against
body circus in which I am left without a net.
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