Friday, March 2, 2012

02032012

He sits, head in hands, rubbing the hair off his head.
His eyes; red and dry, his cheeks; moist and slack
His face emits no feelings, his words betray him

"It does not matter to me if you love me not,
You have my heart, and I cannot love another."

He stands, shoulders sagging, head bowed.
The full weight of realization crushing
He vanishes into the darkness

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