An old poem about an old relationship…

it’s you

you’re my curse.

for not believing?

for not caring?

for not listening?

for not understanding?

i am bruised and battered

and wilted and withered.

planted in this rotten garden

in your fucking bed of weeds

i’m dying.

my passion,

my beauty,

my strength,

my love,

my happiness

sunken below me

in this wasteland you’ve brought me.

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