I am not interested in


I have

Too many poems

To write

What good would some

Happy contented bullshit ditty be

To anyone

Besides the person

Lucky enough to live

In that moment

I can’t forgive you

And even though I

Did, it hurts as if I

Didn’t. So again

Why reconcile

With a wound that’s


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