Poetry: Bleeding Through the Year in Verse

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It’s been a difficult year,You wrote me a song and told me it’s over.It’s been a treacherous year,Every conversation’s been feeling like a hostile takeover.
Having dinner on the frontlines,Sharing a drink across enemy lines;Across the dining table I fire a shotThe bullet ricochets, your sigh an afterthought. 
An unforgiving year, ‘cause you won’t tell me what’s wrong;What to forgive and where to start.Won’t sing me a melody, won’t write me a song,That doesn’t end with your pen...