gold-plated catastropheyou are ruining all of my poems.More Like This
this is not about how much you hurt me,
or the reasons that you did it
(though I still wonder how your lies are holding up)
have you accomplished what you came here for?
one more medal to make you feel better for your sins.
or are we feeling bad without being in love,
did you think we had a shot or did you have enough?
and I guess our hands aren't meeting in the center,
though I often wish your smile was at me.
(and this isn't the news, no, this is just a travesty
a gold-plated catastrophe for you.)