i'm too old
for this. too much drama.
too much
pain.
too many lies, too many
days and nights
of going
insane.
and who's to blame,
she is.
but so am I.
I let the wolf
in the door,
let her sleep under my
roof, enter my heart.
steal my life.
with her,
until I get her out
things will stay the same,
in slow misery,
my days with her
will trickle
down that dark dark
drain.
Friday, March 22, 2019
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until you are once again. After all --poet
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