P – Painful



My lover lets me down,

and my mind recalls past bullshit.

He lies once more and I want to believe.

My broken heart won’t let me turn

tears fall,  I continue.

My steps don’t fail.



Replying to

Worried associates

provide polite, useless prattle:

recommendations for the next new ex.

I need them to leave me alone;

let me tend my torn soul.

My life, once more,


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