My arms numb, my chest
collapsing, my head
sinking. I am alone-
why wouldn’t I be? Here
I am, left aside-
rot and wonder all
I’ve left in this.
Wishful thinking never gets ya
anywhere, and I’m done
with all the plausible reasonings
I had stored in my artillery crate.
No defense is good enough, for
I’ve clearly met my match.
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the sieve and the sand 
“so-and-so has been with so-and-so” and it didn’t go over real well….
(the poem did though… in case that was unclear… i was just a fan of the title)