scream at me,

say something.

your silence is much more


no apologies from this one.

no soft words for the things he has done.

no empathy,

marred by our past,

he is no longer lovely.

pale as a ghost,

thin as a skeleton,

he always seems to be withering

away, slowly.

why must I torture myself with these silly boys,
who only tease and twitch.

he makes me want to scream.

no explanation,

no change.

I can feel my poorly used time tick away,

arguing with him.

no apologies.



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