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the walls are bare and white
in contrast to the photograph page sides of my bedroom
and your eyes
red-rimmed and the sort of desperate glassy
that glass never really has been.

you're sitting in front of me, cross-legged on the bed
covers made in a hospital corner fashion
your obsessive-compulsiveness always shows through
in a crisis, and god knows
for you,
that's what that is.

"i'm falling in love again" is what you said
and you're not
this is some demented teenage idea you have in your head
making out in the movie theater and two-dollar flowers
dressed up all in black, and tight
i don't know where you got the idea that this is love

"forgive me, father, for i have sinned"
that's what you told me
not those words exactly, and i am not your father
but i know what you mean
in general
i always do.

i had told you, and you said no
and sitting on the bed today, cheeks still red
you have goosebumps. you were wrong.

so, with comfort,
i'll sit back and watch your heartbreak happen
and because i am far too kind
i will not be laughing inside
because that would be far too
profound