She saw him standing in his workshop. Hand crafted arches
On both sides of the door way. "Nothing but love in this house"
carved into it's hard dark mahogany. His fingers were thick
and strong with the grip of a bear. Milling his wood with
the tools like a surgeon. Creating beauty with the soul we
can't see.
I've brought you lunch she says. Really? You're so sweet.
you know how much I love you don't you? I do she smiles warmly.
I'm speaking here because i've lost the only one I could truly speak to. but it's okay. i've honestly become accustomed to pain and hurt. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I'm going to wake up tomorrow and act the same. I don't care. I don't care. I'm going to do the things i always do, without the thought of you. i don't care i don't care. When you talk about your past relationships and how you said i'd be legendary, know I don't give a flying fuck. What you thought i was. It's meaningless. Leave me out of your fucking list of casualties.
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