for nought

I gave you the sun,
the moon and the stars
A planet or two for good measure
I hid uncomfortable
truths that would hurt
painted banalities
as wonderous treasure
I hoarded your secrets
and tallied your lies
forgave the indifference
your indulgence  belied
And when you asked
to be judged for your crimes
I cushioned the blow
with poetic lines

You took it all
with a smile so unfazed
offering closure
with contrite polite praise
for all my words
that though cutting and deep
would never be cause
for an uneasy sleep


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