In three days it will be a year
since I walked out of your house
with no intent to return
rivers from my eyes
as your face crumpled in pain
But now I can't get you
out of my thoughts
and I need to bring you up
in conversations with people
who either hate you already
or never knew you at all
Tell me this:
why the fuck do I still care?
What's the point
in thinking of you anymore?
I give up.
Finally, I'm done dealing
with the memories I left with.
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