Nothing

You talk about love,
But you don't know what it means.

You're not a lover.

You're not a friend.


You call self-righteousness
Righteousness.

You think you can throw love around like a blanket
And keep warm with whoever you hold under it.

I can see the damage in your eyes.

It doesn't matter how much you try to tell yourself you're in love.

You broke your heart
In two.

The difference is
There is nothing

Nothing

That will reconcile now.  

Only one of us owns what we knew.

 The scar will remind you of who you are.

And who you aren't.


Always.