False statements hurt true feelings.

And then you

 

   left me hanging

 

With my fingertips on the cliff-

and as I

 

Fell

onto

the

rocks

of

memories

 

You. stood. stiff. staring. at. me. stumbling.

 

on the hills that we created.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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