calendar of days that never change
she etches the days in her skin
and I wonder why she doesn’t care about the little things anymore
we changed somewhere along the way
and neither of us have it in us to care
or to change
or to address the situation
I watch her add notches to her skin calendar
she watches me put her bloody cloths in the rubbish
avoid each other for the rest of the evening
and pretend that nothing happened when the sun shines anew
it’s just the way we’ve adapted to cohabitation
how sad we must seem
how normal we feel
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That Which Doesn't Break Us Only Makes Us Hate Us
PuisiA series of small poems about many different things - relationships, hatred, love, hurt, pain and breaking up. It's not all sad, though - there is a bit of whimsy here and there, though sparse.
