Incurable Sadness

I forgive you

All I had to offer you was sadness

My eyes shed sadness

My face speaks sadness

My lips smile sadness

My voice spews sadness

My touch spreads sadness

I forgive you for leaving, for I have become an infectious incurable virus threatening to destroy everything you are not

Such a happy delicate thing she is, isn’t she?

She has no idea, does she?

How long before you turn her into sadness?

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