How you shrouded me in doldrums.
Heartstrings riotously off-key,
fabricating amor, masquerading sincerity.
Half-felt fancies of time-devoured innocence:
trails of truths quartered, honesty unknowable.
Sputtering sparks of affection
precariously swaying
kissing the cusp of adulthood’s cold introspect.
You taught me more about loss than
a million tragic romances ever could.
Two souls enraptured and disinterested
—volatility incarnate—
pitiful flings,
sentenced to simmer infinitely
on the afterburner of indifference.
Battered and broken,
an ego run the gauntlet,
—affection indefinitely castled—
faith destroyed long enough
to be convincing.
Yet hope arrived,
blurring past misfortune into
distant cardiac scars—
the calligraphy of your love
scribing promise anew.
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