the air that it fills
does not compare to
the memories that if digs up
a time to remember is a
time of danger
emotional wounds being
ripped open as
the love bleeds out
of me.
ignorance is bliss
but what is bliss?
bliss is a time when you are not in my mind
when the only thing separating us was
400 miles, not a dinner table
you pop in and out when you
are convenienced to
so screw you
you heart breaker
deal maker
lying, conniving, cheating
ex-boyfriend.
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