Burn, Body.

There was a time where seeing you felt like home. 

I wasn't in love with you, nor am I now,

But you were as my brother, I tried giving you a home, a family, 

You let go so easily. I always wonder if it hurt watching me go, 

as you never said anything about it when we saw each other again. I never got a sorry.

I got a meek excuse that held no prior motives to you wanting me gone, out of your life.

You never treated me well, and it took me a whole heartbreak and a river of tears to let you go. 

I supported you,

loved, cherished, 

adored you.

But you didn't love, cherish or adore me back. 

You let me go so easily. I have every right to be

Angry.

This poem is about: 
Me

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