sticks and stones
have nothing on the words
left unspoken
in terms of sheer breaking power
it’s nothing
just an inability
to find the will
to move on when moving on
means exchanging one ache
for an inevitable sequel
in a thousand paper cuts
which accumulate as i realize
honesty isn’t always
the best working policy
when everyone is looking
for the best answer
regardless of truth
leaving a fool confused
and swept aside because
a prize pig is still little
more than a feral hog
once the luster wears off

i wear my abandonment issues
like the terms of service agreement
no one ever reads before
blindly signing on for exactly
what i tried to warn you about
the first time the fluctuations
take a nose dive toward silence
leaving a self blind fool in
desperate need of being told
everything will be alright
even as they suffer the first
pangs of buyer’s remorse before
fading away as i bleed out in
technicolor heartshatter dismay