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You hate me.

Pacing back and forth across my page
you bleed out any love you ever had for me
your wet footprints, tiny pictures of what was---
how is it that I never knew you bleed in black and white.

I follow closely behind you,
desperately trying to catch every drop
because no one can know that I am
the Thrower of Hearts
no one can know that I
failed
your backbone, each vertebrae
crumbling in my hands.

But me.
What of me?

Perhaps my tears can add texture to your masterpieces,
or they can continue to be the barbwire fence between us.

But know this---
we are anonymous in our suffering.

No one cares.
Least of all you.

Least of all me.

-D.E.M