Hard to believe at times
that we were born into this.
Not merely play-acting,
letting the mood rise grievously,
like a blister or a welt.
Just how every song starts.
“I miss the human truth of your smile,”
is what I’d say
if I were only joking.
But I do miss other things. For example,
your disregard and my resentment,
the beautiful inferno they made,
and the shouting matches.
Seven years ago,
you razed me to the ground.
It’s a memory I cherish terribly.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 