End

And in a way

you keep skipping

to the end.

You sabotage yourself. So that the bad ending happens sooner.

It makes me think you’re only skimming these paragraphs.

What hurts, when you take it word by word at a time?

These twists and turns can be handled. Building up, breaking down.

I wish you knew—a happy ending could be true.

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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