No Changing Poem by becky darkenai
No Changing
Was i wrong to make the first move?
Was the silence too golden to break?
Several years have worked their magic-
all i have is absent hantings
from the picture you helped make.
i hurt you so you, so you hurt me
i guess that now we're even.
the pictures shredded on the floor
but i cant bear to move it
i built the bridge,
you knocked it down.
people like us never change.
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