~To Katherine Fuh.
[- -this way]
When the won’t, can’t
Becomes 'wouldn’t, couldn’t'
It’s not pain, it’s not betrayal
(anymore.)
When the lie, [—smiles]
Or the words come
[For the jags on the outside,
Merely – cut - their way to the surface]
To hurt you back.
I’m not the plaintiff, not the culprit
—I’m the corpse.
So you can’t stand goodbye [and neither, neither can I]
(And it’s not the pain, that’s dear
But when the world feels like this) in a vicious plot (twist)
You just—can't— be here.
And
"you know, the [damn, |damn| ] funny thing is" can’t cure the hurt, it’s not about today
(Forgive me if my words are: te[a]rse)
[We’re better off… -]