we never
seem to
stop
and think
of the
repercussions
of everything
we say.
in our
pride,
in our
confusion
at mixed
signals;
in our
depression,
in our
respective
explosive rages;
in our
misplaced forlorn
loving
we say
we scream
we weep
we curse –
words we
end up
regretting
one way
or another
and sigh
as we
force ourselves
to part
ways.
i wish
someday
we could
talk
clear the
air
see with
clarity;
just talk
and mend
and heal.
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