Saturday, November 6


candles lit
open the door,

your fake smile
is so secure
I could never
see through it.

you are only
hiding from yourself.
maybe its time
to let go.

over a piece
of chocolate cake
you tell me:

It can't work
you need space

I stare out
I see nothing
nothing but you.

you left your presents
and cake
and walked away

everyone stops talking,
turn to look at me
huddled in the chair
tears streaming,

and I tell them:
eat more cake.

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