pity

once
I knew I loved you

because of the way
you smelt my hair


I knew

I had found in you

a million ways of touching bliss



a thousand clichés
our every kiss
every stroke
our every sunday morning

(and every lie)




you say

how beautiful -

but I'm not there
to listen



the ground beneath me
turns into

mud

and as I kick and shout and spit

you're still looking for the flowers


you were playing a losing game

time to go back inside

and stop giving shit
back to the world


it's time to wipe the dust
off your face; grab

responsibility by its hair
and claim it yours


and as you cry

and stab yourself with blame

try and crack a smile
and know the burden of

hating


the man
you once loved.