You Told Me It Would Be This Way
Was it different-
When you thought
every sculpted line
had a bit of you-
a bit of me?
Now-
When my mind is
muttled by others-
new situations-
new places-
new things-
do you find it's simply
not the same?
Is your mind muttled-
with jealousy-
heartbreak-
betrayal-
do you feel replaced?
Push me away
when you told me
that it would end-
Well now you're right-
it ended up this way . . .
Every sculpted line-
had a bit of you-
a bit of me . . .
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