Like a slow slap
an arrow
pulled so tightly back
its direction
destination
charted so clearly
the news unfolds
it was expected
but not this soon
no not right now
it can’t be
how i want to drown,
no sink
be devoured
by the earth
with its prickling
heat and claws
the let down
it was due
but not so soon
the sting
the pain
the tears
that must not be shed
the pain
that must not be felt
the thoughts and words
that can now never be let out
must be buried
in the dreams and plans that will never be
what pains more
the news
or the bearer of the news
so smug
so gleeful
to be so happy
at anothers unhappiness
to know the news from you
whom i once trusted to help
seal this love
guide me through the paths
paths that could have been
happiness
painful happiness
but happiness nonetheless
You who helped
held the knife
mapped it’s entrance
straight through to the heart
watched it bleed from afar
then delivered the news
with such happiness
such smugness
the let down
heart already broken
healing process
almost started
now to pick up
the new shards
that will
no longer bond
the pieces
piercing and slicing
my healing fingers
but how much
can one heal
when I can no
longer pick up
the pieces
the let down
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