She could never mention your name.

You drained her without blinking.

And you ran through her like a river.

A cheese knife. Splitting her heart.

You’re in the back of her mind,

Trying to get a hold of her.

 

You never wanted to hear about her.

Why she wiped her tears away before

She entered your car. Why she put on a fake

Smile when you looked at her. You could

Have deciphered her in a heartbeat if you had cared.

At all. If you hadn’t been so blinded by your own desires.

Portrait-of-a-Young-Girl-Raphael

“Portrait d’une jeune femme” by Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (1483-1520)

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