Kept
It’s a different kind of pain
kept, not chosen.
Wondering what conversations
they replay in their mind
to justify the inaction.
Usage is benevolence.
Cruel masks of petulance.
A pet in a cage, only for show.
You married for status,
not peace
tethered to your dark heart.
Surrender loses its power.
You survive on, mindless.
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You didn't leave me anybody to feel sorry for, and I don't think that was an accident. Both of them walked in with their eyes open and you don't draw a way back out. It's a cold thing to be told, and I'm glad it was you telling me, Dorie...
Wow that's a strong one, painfully strong...