a sad little poem about feelings

if only there were a
Plan B for feelings
I would have gulped them in fistfuls

quiet and unrequited
you look for greener pastures
and greener still

always did like a man who couldn't love me
always did admire the way your face looked above me
never did expect to win

friends first sure
but cracks become empty space
and you got a lot of cracks to fill

—stained sheets

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