SHE DIDN'T


WHEN THE FIRE



BURNS OUT

my heart
she didn’t
break it
not really

it's not made of glass
or
harden it
as if it were concrete

she didn’t
tear it out of my chest

make me cry

or bleed

she didn’t
even try


my reality
just mine
that's fine


true
a lonely cell

rings
flat
i'm sorry
she's not here

anymore.


Armand Hamouth

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