Accustomed.
It wasn’t pain when
she left.
when denial was her
choice
and lies were convenience.
It wasn’t pain when
she left,
because the heart wasn’t
there
to feel it. Or so I thought.
But it pains now,
when you say it isn’t
true.
It pains as you break
me to pieces,
to smithereens.
I saw my heart
beating and
it pains a lot.
But what can I do?
You know I am
accustomed.
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