assault
I do not want to be a year older,
candles flickering out
one by one,
365 days further from you,
further from the truth.
I do not want to forgive,
do not want to forget
as much as glue could fix
or hands could mend,
I never was the same
after you.
And they say it's easier
when there's someone new
or bolder hearts or
fiercer love that will
brandish out his and make
it seem so weak-
I haven't found
a way to numb
him yet.
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