War

Of course he cares.
No he doesn’t. You’re an idiot.
I’m pretty sure I’m right.
I love how you’re so confident yet you stay buried in this secret poetry hole like a child. Sure he loves you. Right.
Maybe he does…

This is what it’s like
inside my brain,
a perpetual war
between love
and forgetting.

You love me.
You don’t.

I love you.
I don’t.

The conversation
never ceases
between these
two armies of doubt
and they play chess
with our minds
and roulette
with our hearts
and I can’t help
but believe
and disbelieve
one moment
to the next.

You love me.
You don’t.

I love you.
I don’t.

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