After a journey that led me back home,
I washed my hands of viruses
And chanced to see the mirror.
I noticed my shirt askew:
The fold of the collar was bent inward…
I thought about you.
If you were there,
You’d have turned it upright,
In the middle of the road.
I would have smiled;
You would have, too.
And neither would have to say
I love you.
Was it all a lie?
I cannot tell. I do not know.
He promised he’d stay;
But then I watched him go.
Every flower knows,
The bee will return;
The sun can tell
How the moon yearns;
The shore feels the tide,
It understands the sea;
But these metaphors
Everyone can not see.
I guess I am one who
Knows the heart not his head,
Yet they both lie now
Quite broken in this bed.
Now I have none I need confess to:
The sex being done is guilt-free.
Though you have never been lied to,
I could never be completely me.
Your face loomed in the past and it still does;
But, now that my heart and faith lie broken,
There’s really not much left on for fuss,
I’m sure every word has been spoken.
You can fuck as much as you wish now;
Maybe differences will make you see
All of life, post moving on from each vow,
Can not replace the love you got from me.
Hearts Still Care 
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