Tuesday, January 19

former they loved you, and former they knew.
you imagine upon them a stupor, a stare.
former you flourished because they saw you.
but now, naturally, they just no longer care.

1 comment:

  1. and how you spoke of good that came
    to woo my eager ears!
    for me you spake, for me you changed,
    to calm my now confirmed worst fears.

    what egocentric arrogance!
    what thought of none but self!
    outcast from those you love, you say?
    have you thought of no one else?

    insolent ambivalence
    plagues every thought you voice.
    and though your lament blames what you're sent,
    this apathy is naught but choice.

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