pizza for breakfast

when all was said and done,

and we’d torn each other apart,

ripping the skin from our own bones,

risking collapse into a pile of dust,

you told me “I have my hurt and

you have yours,”

but I know you,

yes you,

don’t feel it like I do.

you never did.

you never will.

you stupid fool, I think,

of me, not you.

my face, damp and ugly,

and my body tired

from being so heavy.

i’m done i say, aloud

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