[something]

There were more promises
than ^god's^,
and all as x.b.r.o.k.e.n.x as
the tooth I *chipped*
when I -fell- while
running after your bus as it >>left>>.

What if I told you I [.bottled.my.tears.]
so that I could re/call
how XdefeatX tastes in back of my throat?

Yeah, I know,
[.lets.get.tragic.]--
I'll cry, and you can
((hold-me-close)) against your chest,
so that I can't see it
when you //roll your eyes.//

But don't just >blow< this
off.
We thought we -had- something,
and it's something to _meditate.on_
that it was so easily //thrown away//--
at least by you.

I can't help but wonder--
was your happiness as |fake|
as my orgasms?