Little excerpts

Closing remarks:

I was so committed

To proving I was

Good at love

That I didn’t realize

You weren’t

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There is something in me

that has rotted

Like an apple with a bad spot

It can’t be salvaged

Compost it

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Dumbest woman in America:

The other shoe drops

And again somehow,

Even thought I was on the lookout

I’m surprised by it

I even tied the shoelaces - the perfect size for a noose

and buffed out the leather - I can see my disappointment in them

Everytime

There’s two shoes

And every time

I’m trying to get out the door in my slippers

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I won’t be caught off guard again

And no one will ever again

get to experience the love I once offered up

from the very depth of my heart so casually

It’s not a punishment

It’s just the kindest thing I think I can do

So I don’t break anymore things