Poem #43

My life became a tennis match.
One player is called “No” and he is
sponsored by “You can’t do this again”
and the other player is called “Yes”
sponsored by “You still love him”.
The ball is my stupid heart and the ball
never stops flying from one side
to the other. The crowd is extatic,
cheering on as my heart goes
from one mistake to the next, falls
in and out of his arms every few months

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