Love Hurts

They took a picture the other day.
I smiled my very best, but don’t think it made a difference.
They looked at me and murmured sympathetically.
I knew I never even had a chance.
While heading back home, I stopped by the lake
And cried at the horror that should have been my face.
I had never loved him; that was my mistake.
Now his love showed up as another acid burnt case.

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