Scorched
The shirts aren’t always bright,
faded and off white.
Is that the best that he can do?
A simple question , it’s rough to
comprehend.
On her side of the bed. Thoughts
wriggle through the head.
Going to seek out some love.
She likes to call it light , different
names don’t make actions right.
He’s never felt comfort in this land.
She’s lived here all the while.
A year has passed by and he’s too
angry to just cry .
She stepped out all over town , tore
his whole persona to the ground.
Do it he tells self. Don’t be a eunuch
mom her shelf.
Napalmed her name.
Never be the same.
Shame
Collateral damage is his game:
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