you
hide the other
lovers in the
back corner of
our closet. found
one with her heart
torn out only yesterday.
still bleeding and
asking for you.

despite the
crime scene
i still
think you are
beautiful.
i still
think you are
worth waiting for.

i see you through
a clear window.
and you look back
from a shattered
******* mirror.

can't even look me in the eyes.
after today, i won't laugh
away the hurt.

you've turned me
into a heartbroken
cliche. i don't even
hate you for it.