Lament of Loss

I ache (I hadn’t had 
any sort of collective conversation,
and this created
a cacophony only my controlling cousin could describe. The cloak
that covered the black scars on my fragile clavicle
would eventually scream a truth  
I had been so desperately trying to conceal. 
Your everlasting glow, however, influenced me 
to transition into reciting euphonious phrases over the dulcet sounds of a psaltery. 
You could tell
because you noticed everything. 
You bragged your observations to the public eye.
Seeing me continuously cry my heart out after such accusations, you smile; 
for I am responsible for your aching heart, now I am all that of an 
honest, compulsive  
malefactor.)
for you 

This poem is about: 
Me

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