Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Kitten-Heart

Okay

what I’ll be, am—all you
said when I explained
there was no
making up for habitual

mistakes.

One sentence, you gave
up— neglected
the idea of changing

my set mind.

I cannot identify, absorb
your reasoning— accepted
failure effortlessly;
realized I wasn’t

easy to capture.

Your passion for me—
weak, evaded by your life-
lesness, dormant ways;

vacate.

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