Hurt
It’s gradual.
Consistent.
Persistent.
Chronic.
Gin and tonic.
Ironic it is.
Life’s a quiz :
Sprung each morning.
The answers multiple choice.
Theres no right .
Everything a little wrong.
You lose a little each day .
Not like autopay .
Personal decay.
The joints grind.
knees , ankles , back ....
It all wears..
Aches......
That all pales .
Missing you .
The things you showed .
Shared .......
I fucking cared...
My mistake .
Heartbreak....
Ache , ache , break ...
Nothing left .... just hurt....
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