ghazal

He’s a monster in the skin of a sheep, but he wears it well.

I’m the broken one, rippled with heartbreak, but he hears it well.

He’ll attest to the fact that I loved him, when it serves him, sure.

But, leaves out breaking my soul every damn day.

Five years ago, he said he loved me and he said it well;

Gave me an eBay ring with a little bit of gold, and I read it well.

The thought of panic flashed through my head, and I paused.

I hesitated but, thought I could mistake it well.

Flash forward to the night he told me I was never well.

Skip to the part where he slammed on the gas; he sure could sever it well.

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