FORTUNA 

1.17.17

The fucking nerve 

Maybe there’s a cynicism to heartbreak

Maybe this is where the balance tips the scale.

These arms that held me so warmly 

have become 

cold cages.

I’m aching to break free – 

Back to her, back the them, 

Back anywhere, really.

Clarity isnecessary

And you’ve done a poor job, 

At setting expectations.

Disappointment is the least patient of my furies.

And dearest, she’s already growing away from you.  

 

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