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A Dialogue of Walls and Love

“Fuck you.” He says.
“Why’d you make me feel love?”

I look past him
At the wall
With all of its bricks
And mortar.
I wonder if I am
The sum total
Of the loves in my life.

“I am not at fault.”
I talk through my lips.

“Take it away.”
He demands.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can! Take it!”
His face looks like the swollen end
Of a pimple.

“I wish I could. You don’t deserve it.
You’ll let it go when you want to,
And it will fall into your foundations
Where one day someone will break through
And make even your smallest pieces
Feel less like remains.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?
I’ll keep building walls.”

“Your own?”

“No, everyone else’s.”