'
Some of the deepest people I've met
drown themselves
in the shallowest puddles.
Women in particular.
You, specifically.
A crippled optimist
whispers,
near the crest of my spine,
that you could have stood
for the words that you spoke
while a chiseled realist
breaks me in two
on bended knee
and leaves me at your feet.
'
That's what I meant to say,
but I failed us
again.
'Haha, '
she replied.
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