atomic heart

Her heart is volcanic, atomic
And might explode —
The pain is beyond critical mass
No place left to hide:
Denial is dead and ineffectual.
The lies and alibis are perpetual.
The excuses crumbled, stuffed in a drawer.
Blame me if it’s mea culpa.
Blame me if blind.
Blame me — she wouldn’t love me — you see!

©  ljcarro
dec 2010

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