Bitter Love

Say my name out aloud.
With unchecked tears of self reproach.
Swirl it your mouth.
Till you can’t swallow the bitter taste of loss.
And remorse.
Or tell yourself, love is a gimmick.
That we were naive enough.
To fall for the schtick.
But then again.
I was the other part of the equation.
Can you still dismiss it with conviction?

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