Fair Shot

you came in wounded

dripping blood all over my heart

and started out with driving home the point of 

no

not ever

don't even breathe those words, that thought.

But you said sweet things

and I believed you

and you took on roles

and I believed you

and you held me close

and I believed you

and I

I lifted you up

and held you close

and I

believed in you

whole heartedly.

But we never had a chance.

We never had a shot at what's now been thrown away

and I put that on them

and you

and the lies you forgot to clarify

and you insult me regularly - daily

with your insistence on how everyone but me

is what I know I am

and what you shouldn't be stupid enough to miss

we were broken from the start

and now and again

we refresh

renew

a slate not cleaned perhaps

but flipped 

and ready to be written on

anew