We bleed to make us stronger and better, fighting against the odds.
Hearts shatter because they need to, to survive the world out there.
I lied when I said I never cared.
About your bad habits and poor excuses for them.
About foreign affairs and foreign abuses.
About the raw, raw red ground,
And the person you've become.
Your smoking addiction,
And your lack of compassion.
It's all fiction. Yes, it's all fiction with you.
Written sometime in late March under a lamp with a glass of red wine.
Photo credit: Γιώργος Παπούλιας (George Papoûlis)