And where shall I begin?
With the cruelty of his grin or the anger in his elbows?
Or our hundred million sorrows?
The faults that weigh his shoulders down?
Or tell you where my mind is now -
the sweetness in his lying eyes,
the painful gaps between troubled sighs,
the guilty gasps between her thighs,
the dissonance of our demise.
My mind constructs our arguments,
reiterates the same laments, retaliates with force enough
to block out our destructive love.
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