Moving

Moving

I move to feel better.

Blood curses
through my veins like stain
leaving a mark

a trail

I move to forget
to distract
to act out

the physical expression
of a lie

I love you
she said,
or so I pretend

I don’t,
I don’t know

the world should be a better place
and we should be better people,
she whispers.

No.
just me,
I touch her face
just me.

© 1987-2012 Brian Brown-Cashdollar

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