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Lover's grip

What hold is this you have?
Is it one of love

or guilt?

I donít feel guilty.
And it doesnít feel like love;
it strangles my heart and clenches my chest.

My head gets heavy with anger;
My face hurts from frowning.

You are no dream,
yet I dream of you.

My heart lightens and I can breathe.
My face relaxes and I am happy.
Only for those moments when I donít remember your figurative slap across my mouth:

ďI'd prefer not to do any more writing with you -

Sheís already jealous of you cause of that picture and I don't want to have to explain why we're still in contact, cause you're just
supposed to be someone I briefly met in Cuba.

I hope you understand (again)... thanks

You might as well have said: You donít matter.


You make me sick.
I make myself sick for fantasizing about you.

I made you my dream

and
all
you
are
is
a
man.

A cheating man.

by Kathleen Moll

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