It Hurts, And Maybe It's No One's Fault - Poem by Patrick O'Reilly
I push my face up hard to the window
I guess I made you cry
I crawl back in the cupboard,
Where it is too dark to see all of the bullshit,
But darkness doesn’t silence sobs
Or hide the tears.
Crumpled sketches get flung out the window,
Let my eyes follow them to the ground,
Lead and gravity making them sink faster.
All there is left to say now is 'sorry',
Or maybe ‘go’
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