Untitled | Poems that Suck

 "I love you,"
      you called to my 
        retreating back. 
 I wondered if
      it was exquisite cruelty,
         or reassurance.
 Maybe it was 
      a measure of relief
         for you,
 Since now, you
      never have to see
         me again. 
 Either way, it
      was a javelin to
              my (already fragile) heart.

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