nobody told me
your spine was brittle
made of crisp straw structure
hollow through the center
and your eyes were clouds
stormed with rain
just waiting to fall,
first tears leaking the flood
and your heart was flat,
the beating of depression
had lulled it to a bass line
of muted notes
nobody told me
to love you would kill you
and the touch of my heart
would bring a hard hammer down
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