FORTUNA
1.17.17
The fucking nerve
Maybe there’s a cynicism to heartbreak
Maybe this is where the balance tips the scale.
These arms that held me so warmly
have become
cold cages.
I’m aching to break free –
Back to her, back the them,
Back anywhere, really.
Clarity isnecessary
And you’ve done a poor job,
At setting expectations.
Disappointment is the least patient of my furies.
And dearest, she’s already growing away from you.