The truth has fallen
Smashed to smithereens on your meticulously marbelled floor
Why do you come here:
To brand me a traitor
Or save me from myself?
You call me the consumate actress
Hiding in halftimes between my next curtain call and my crippled smile
My love, I am an amateur for all the rest
My knight in shining armour begging me to let you do
what you do best
I suppose I should have told you
All that is false is fact
...that my truth is a glass-eyed tryst and a test
Now you claw desparately at my fort
grappling to hold my granite form for all eternity,
to melt the ice that races through my veins
Would you steal from me the sorrow that I have earned?
Can we just call this what it is:
My lesson learned.
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