The Killers

There was an unclear betrayal
On both parts
The result of obsession
Perhaps.
Who’s to blame?
We sprinkled hurt
And tainted the innocent.
Now I guard my thoughts
Of intimacy.
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do we unite in thought?
After our last communion
I put a lid on my faith
With a topping of dirt.

At times I searched
For the source of our goodbye…
I never found it.
There are only bruises
From hurtful words
And the intense vividness
Of flashbacks.

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