It was just a thought, right?

Thoughts teach and unteach,

and reach 

and then – wrought – do 

hurt one – do

many hurt! –

where nothing has happened

to recall in time 

but the games I figured once you 

played with my mind,

knowing me far better than you’d ever 

let me know you at all.

(Though if truth must be told,
the reality of it lies

on half-truths damn unrecognised in the brain

that has rained on a man such as I:

a dark sky in those

ties that tore my life quite apart

from the me, ever

me; ever

abandoning heart.)

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