—HATE IS AN AWFULLY STRONG WORD

 

 

fractured

 

what a

dream that

was

fractured from

the start

a seizure

or rift

of two well-

meaning hearts

frost and gloss

fate not

having it

though

there’s always

an exception

to the rule

though I

didn’t know

nightmares knew

my name

and the

polygraph’s

always the same

only adding to

my confusion

like concussed

memories

I guess love

sometime feels

like contusion

so come what may

the gutter or sky

I’ll be here

splintered

to my dying day