It hurts,
these words you say...
They bite and sting.
icy cold.
Empty
You didn't mean it
of this I'm sure.
Yet...
You said it all the same.
Hanging now, there in the air,
your dis-concern.
Smiling I change the subject.
And time moves on.
And only I can see the wound,
that bleeds...
Brilliant.
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