grave digger

you buried our relationship

six feet underground

you didn’t leave a single flower,

you didn’t even bother

with a fucking tombstone

all i was to you,

all we were to you,

was nothing but a fucking pile of dirt

amidst a field of dead bodies


you beg me to bury the hatchet.


i’ll bury the hatchet


in your fucking head. 



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