I can’t help it really

…if I like making fun of you ever so often.

Because deep within my humour, I hide little crumbs of bitterness.

But the barbs are less painful now. The jibes a little less snide.

It’s still better saying what I feel this way than being too frank, too cutting.

Because sooner than later I’ll forget. Because I forgive you more easily than I realise.

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