A Poem: Body Count

Is heartbreak nothing more than a body count?

People tell me to keep track

Know where I have been

But where I have been seems to be exponential

Heaven forbid one comes back in a way unexpected

Should I stay away from those who stay close?

I want to avoid the daily confrontations

Past mistakes that I could not have predicted 

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Can’t you pretend?

Can’t you pretend to like me? 

I’m only mean because I’m hurt

It makes you less charming that way

When I cut your lies with harsh words

That way you won’t try to hurt me again

I suppose you always will in a way

I come back not because I like you

I hate being alone more


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So should I?

Should I settle for something wrong? 

Just so for a moment I can pretend you are who I wish you to be

But you will never be them

You can’t 

Well you can, 

but you won’t

At least not with me

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But why?

Why not with me?

Am I unlovable?

I’m not going to make you tell me you love me

You invested no more than a day

So how can I even love you by now?

But you won’t give me a chance

Not really…

Yet you wish for me to give you everything I have

What will you do with it? Will you enjoy it?

Does the world expect this?

Do I even want to do this?

What IS this?

Oh, that’s right...

Nothing more than a body count

I forgot

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