To Leave
Thus be the end of us, me
every bickering into thought
(feuled by the emptiness in me)
to let promises be death caught.
"why", you ask. Million reasons.
Not one good enough.
All good enough (for me)
at the end
impossible to defend.
Enough to leave.
"Come," you said, "don't be a fool"
Knowlingly
I crawled back into your bed.
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