i always knew
somehow, i could hear the whisper
he will break your heart
i could waste time asking why and
searching for a pulse
i could waste time asking you why
and digging up threads and seams
that just
end
maybe, even better,
i can make my body swell
with love and grief
and try to forget you and all the others
happened
it's a kind of dreaded cycle
i'm still on rinse and repeat