Nothing emphasizes your loss of love
Or new found hatred than the existence
Of you without me.
Selfish I know,
I don’t expect you to crumble at the end of us
But I didn’t expect for you to cut me away so suddenly
Like our need hadn’t yet become habitual.
So as I say goodbye to you without your permission
I remind myself that this is what you wanted
Only magnified ten times over.
You didn’t want to chase me,
Or love me the way I loved you,
You just wanted a play thing —
And you ripped it to shreds when you grew bored.
Check out Pour, There’s Always Poetry, Block and some other poems from Legacy: After Porridge
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