It's funny to me
How I will always forget what
He said
But not the way
Light hit the side of his face.
Like a film noir.
It wasn't even that dramatic.
Well, maybe it was.
I could cut the tension
With the worst metaphor in the world.
He spoke the same poisonous words.
Standing there, shouting at me.
Not a thought rolled through
Our heads.
Hot air.
Screaming, pointing.
Blah, Blah, Blah.
I was once his anti-venom.
Is it wrong to look at a scar and laugh?
It's not even funny.
Just pen on paper that looks pretty.
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