Saturday, February 13, 2010

My Veins













The purple veins popping
from under my heavy hands
do not need you. Anymore.
I catch myself typing happy,
yet unforgivable writings.
I click back,
grinning, as if we started over
like we used to from day one.
I write. Then regret. Then write.
I am
done.

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