No more

after it was done

I wanted no more

all promises had been broken

& my anger reverberated

some 70’s air guitar long note

only nobody was playing along

the tune was yesterdays sun

if crying could help

that too would’ve been done

it’s a poor knowing

only shitty people would do that

to another human

especially one they said they loved

when you’re the done one

not the do-ee

holding on to night black energy

having no place to go

the shadows grow deep inside

where your ruined altar to deceased gods

will not

despite

full offerings

bring back

piece of mind from before

& it’s a poor knowing

you will

grow scars around this

& move on

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