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Pitter patter

The little splatters

Of rain on my window

Are all that matters

—these days

You really wanted her?

You can have her,

I won’t fight you 

As this picture shatters

Into glass that reminds me of us

—sans trust 

Fully armed to the teeth

Your barrel chested shriek

Clues me that I have some bills to pay 

So you’ll excuse me if I leave,

I only suit you 

When it suits you,

Does the truth hurt?

Then let it eat through

Until the bone dissolves

—until armor bares truth

Would if I could 

Won’t—so I don’t 

When you walk a mile 

To make sure my seat stays empty

It makes me think I have more to give

However my powers are clearly latent

—Foul for the late hit 

Tricks are in this trade

You exclamate

Then offer an exchange of station,

I pile on to the debt you carry

As if to do so would make us even

It won’t, so I pine on darling 

To pretend it’s early evening

—I end the night with rough hands

—hard pours 

—tall eyes and bed sores

—you tell me when now

—but all I hear is “more”