on a wintry,
frosty,
fulfilled night,
he said "stuff"
which left
her some
misery
and trickery.

falling for every
trap, she had
to trip,
all over again,
forgive,
all over again,
for the usual.

angry,
yes, she was?
no, she wasn't
******,
yes, she was?
yes, she was
and is.

some words
aren't meant
to be heard,
but rather
felt.