31-Day Poem: Day Ten

Cradles a Lingering Numb

Truly, I am the victim,
how can this not be?
A victim of love songs and poetry
and a Valentine society.

When is my day?
When will it come?
When do smile-filled rejections
quit milking my trend to feel dumb?

Truly, my protective actions, my walls,
hold no reason to be ashamed.
As with anyone else, her innocent rebuff
would have hit me entirely the same.

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