Sometimes Is Not Now

Sometimes,

it's better left for another time,

to talk of what was meant between the lines

of what you said and what it was I heard.

But then again,

I can't just ignore that fiendish grin,

all those little digs you've been digging in,

and how drawn lines have blurred.

So can I disregard

all those things you said to break my heart,

all those vicious lies told from the start?

My heart and mind, they're just not so sure.

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The answer to the riddle was your mind. It wanders, you can speak it, and it gets lost.

PS. Loved the poetry. Heartbreaking yet beautiful.