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Does it matter what I say?

Does it matter that it’s different?

Have weighed and waited,

For spells and years

Until it’s become second nature

To stall.

Nothing’s so simple

It hurts like a burnt blunt sickle

Cuts and slices, in all the hidden corners

I have never known love like yours,

Don’t think I ever will

Still there’s a heart to spill,

With no penance or prompt

I’m sorry it hurts

I’m sorry I’m the one who is hurting

I wish loving was enough

I wish being loved was enough

Still, if someone had said love doesn’t solve all, I wouldn’t have believed it.

Of all the things that cloud, darkest have been the closed eyes.