I promised myself
I wouldn’t write about
it.

Promised myself
I wouldn’t dwell on
it.

Thought that if I
ignored the truth
it
would all go away.

Promises aren’t
everything.
Didn’t I learn that
the hard way?

But when you screamed
and were enflamed with
anger,
I thought I would
die
or maybe just
melt
away.
(Would you notice?)

Give me your tired,
fake smiles. Give me
your weary tears.

Give me your lame
excuses.
They won’t work here
anymore.
Give me your fucked up
laughter, echoing in my mind.

Will it ever go away?
Neverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverever…