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We both know what it is

17/8/2016

 
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“Watch me knock over every cup of coffee poured in this house.
Watch me rip the pits out of fruit just to throw the whole thing away.
I don’t know how to be angry with you.

I don’t know why I thought the sound of your voice
could make up for all of the bad things that ever happened to me.

I tried to write poems about you leaving before you left me
because I was scared; now I write them because I don’t know what
else to do in your absence.

You have ripped something from both of us
but I don’t know what it is. I’m sorry I have to lie to make it easy.”

— “We Both Know What It Is” Trista Mateer

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