How do you move on when it’s gone
When you’ve doggedly pieced it back one by one
How do you chose this straw to break?
Do you stay in the comfort of familiar?
Do you stay when you know you’ll never be the only?
When you’ve devoted so much of time and love and body…
You know you’ll never be enough
Your smile will forever be crooked with knowing
Your vocal pain doesn’t bring a halt to his actions
Your body used and then discarded,
more painful than a one night stand…
is marriage.
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