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A poem by Jason Branch, junior Psychology major


Does that piece of your heart still ache

When you think of me

Is there melancholy in a place

That doesn’t hurt

Will you find solace in knowing you broke me

Is the end worth casting me into the dirt

Can you love with a heart that does not ache

With a soul that feels no pain

Where the only grip of fear is that of loneliness

And not the remorse of a choice made to maim

When you reuse lines that were originally meant for me

Do you remember what I said that day

Or were they all rehearsed and recycled

To put back into play

When you did what you did

Was your intention to curse me

Or was it a lack of thought that

Made you forget empathy

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