This heart feels
the satisfaction you harvest after
planting the hurt in it.
Near or far,
your words and words I wanted you to say
haunt it until it breaks.
Over & over.
I can't help but wonder
if you won't walk away
because you enjoy seeing
me struggle beneath your intentions,
or because you know
I wouldn't have the strength to walk away
myself.
And the part that really gets me
is not knowing which one is the truth.
And wondering if you would tell me. . .