Who knew you could break your own heart, could shatter it into a million pieces?

Who knew you didn’t have to be involved with anyone other than yourself?

Who knew that grey clouds would ever come as a solace?

Who knew a loosened tie would free your airway up that much?

Who knew something impulsive would be so hard so stop?

Who knew you would ever long for the sharp edges rather than the rounded corners?

Who knew you would ever kneel on a church bench and see it as comfort?

Who knew poetry would be so devoid of rhythm and charm?

Who knew I could, after all, do harm?

 

Who knew, who knew, who could ever have known?

All life once in me has left now, has flown.

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