It’s so hard
To let you go
To let the hate go
To move past
Put you in the closet
With the dusty old boxes
Filled with my bones
All the hated things
I had to put away
So you can sit
And rot
And decay
Maggots eating
Your flesh
Your eyes
Your stench
I lived with
Far longer
Than you deserved
You are nothing
Your breath
Long should have
Ceased
The ancient lock
Holding back
An ugly future
But you are nothing
More than a carcass
Out of my mind
Out of my heart
You deserve
What you get
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I remember this poem.
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Oh oops. I thought I hadn’t posted it
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It’s worth reposting.
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Thanks. I appreciate that!
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