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Collateral Damage

Collateral Damage

You bring me flowers
after the rain
Thoughtful gestures
Romantic, sincere
I settle into a cocoon
of forgetfulness
in your attention
Misread, phony
Serving a purpose,
but not mine
I cannot be bought
I am here
I am real
I was born at night,
but not last night
Seeing it for what it is
About you and what
money can buy
I am collateral damage
to be written off
Easy come, easy go
without the bat
of your eyelid
I will swallow my pride
one more time
a bitter pill to swallow
but each time
I become more immune

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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