Unrequited

February 21, 2015

I would scream.

Slap! Why do you do this?

It hurts hurts hurts.

Every time again

You come back

Into my good graces.

Goodness gracious,

I am through.

I never am,

You still linger. No!

Always here yet somehow

You never stay.

That is it.

Breathing in toxic air

Gasping

Lungs own ruin.

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