Like all things this too will pass...
I equate you with misery, cancer, adultery...
Everything I hate and don’t need
Everything that is bad for me
That will mislead
Lead to disaster
Everything that matters or mattered...
Careless in the way you love me
Selfish to the point it disgusts me
Your words distant, cheap
Vile and putrid, spun in disease
Given shape they cut deep
Opening wounds that continue to bleed
Spilling all of you out of me.
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