Red days

Scattered

And breaking,

And moving,

And shaking.

This is

The way

Your words

Always make me.

Cut up

And stuck;

Removed;

Feeling lost.

Bleeding

All meaning;

And leaving me

Screaming

Out into

the space

Which once 

Held your face,

But it is gone; all is gone.

As I’ve never been happy

When I am right and you are wrong.

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