Whatever you do,
Don't fuck up again.
You have no clue,
Or memory of when,
You stabbed my back,
Hoping I'd forgive.
But I still lack,
A reason to live,
Another day with,
Any of your shit.
I feed on the pain,
Instead of complain,
So you appreciate,
A feeling of hate.
You can not see,
We will never be,
The same way again.
I'm not a friend,
Never your lover.
Maybe in another,
Lifetime or ten,
We'll make amends.
But just for now,
You can learn how,
To remember I am,
Never yours again.
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