The truth

is that you never loved me
and that you never will
but don’t pretend that’s
the worst that it could be

I’m at the subway and you have stopped me in my tracks. I’ve left the euphoria of yesterday, the odd confusion of last night, the fatigue of this morning and embraced the memory of now.

Amy Crow

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http://www.triplejunearthed.com/AmyCrow

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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