the rules of love

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drinking a bottle
to call it a glass
standing on
this pile of bones
i have no tears
for you

how’d you turn
warmth and beauty
into something dark
cold and jagged
something
to be dropped
and buried
and forgotten

everyone
has a special talent
maybe
that was yours

there’s no starting over
what glowed
and was good
is dead
and gone
lost behind the stars

the rules of love
are so terribly simple

a child can understand
and explain them

yet somehow
with bloodless
dedication
you broke
every
last
one

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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