Daniel Fitzgerald

047

Daniel Fitzgerald

047

This is going to hurt me
More than it hurts you
Said with such satisfaction
Martyrdom looks ill-fitted on you
Tailored too loose
You’ll slip out before morning
While we’re in repair
Can’t tell what’s healed
Or what we set wrong
Years off our lives
Trying to have one
We convinced ourselves we wanted
This is going to hurt
All the best things do