You leave me miserable darling

you have me grappling for air

running ragged across floors


I would have hoped to not feel

to not love

these tears that anger me


Lord knows you

could have loved anything

if you it meant giving nothing


You hurt me

your words, they wound me

this amour is not fulfilling


It is treacherous


And I


I am nothing but a tool

something like a web

that’s tangled up






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