it will be easier next time. at least
there’s that. i am never the one
that sticks. i slide off.
i wash off like watercolor
your mistake.
everyone’s mistake.
there will be one, or two,
who will be worth it
and it will be easier
and i will be forgotten:
yesterday’s headline.
broken glass.
i knew
this was coming
i knew
i was a mirror
and nothing more.
nothing hurts—
not really—
i’ll be fine. i’m always fine.

just give me a moment
to slide back into apathy.


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