Unrequited
I would scream.
Slap! Why do you do this?
It hurts hurts hurts.
Every time again
You come back
Into my good graces.
Goodness gracious,
I am through.
I never am,
You still linger. No!
Always here yet somehow
You never stay.
That is it.
Breathing in toxic air
Gasping
Lungs own ruin.
This poem is about:
Me
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