The Words of a Young Man


These are the words of a young man;
he is wounded and
nothing was ever fair.

They’re hollow but still sting a bit
hurling them as if
there is no future.

In exhausted cadences the argument
is that all could never be lost when
it was always pointless.

Voice unwavered and feeling wrong,
piercing proclamations insisting on
meaning it this time.

Smothering all the hurt he has
Inevitably including the possibility that
he once loved you.


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