I well deserve
What I’ve received
I should have left
Last century
I da-m well knew
The “f” he was
Stayed anyway
Should have just run
Now I am left
All devastated
Broken hearted
In contemplation
Best friend is gone
With no replacement
Sleep all alone
With too much space left
I’m so f-ed now
What do I do?
Should never need
The one not true
Break all mementos
In lots of pieces
To calm my nerves
The pain decreases
Dump all my feelings
Into my writing
So I won’t maim
And start the fighting
One bloody mess
No recovery from
One hundred tears
No hope to come
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