however, this love you seem to claim
was never really yours to take;
you tugged and you pulled
until all my broken love spilt out
staining the concrete red.
like forcing a sleeping bag back
into its bag, but with no arms,
no one there,
i tried to stuff it back inside of me.
it was never meant to be
forced out like that,
mangled and spoilt in the process,
then dumped, barren, onto the floor.
i could shout and yell and scream
until my lungs dry up,
but why would i even try knowing your back will be turned to me
like a serrated wall,
before the first furious syllable
leaves the lips you left behind.
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