The last glass shattered.
The last smoke puffed.
The last things that mattered,
Are with our own stuff.
I saw your face and felt nothing.
I heard your voice and didn’t miss you.
I had no desire of roughing.
I didn’t wanna kiss you.
No bonds and no emotion.
Not even anger came into motion.
The last binds have untwined!
The last heartbreak disappeared.
The last things that are mine,
Are with me and are cleared.
The bond is broken.
Our hearts aren’t open.
The last time.
I don’t care where you are or what you’re doing.
I don’t care who you are screwing.
I truly don’t care anymore.
I’m over it.
I’d say more, but I don’t have much else to say.
That simple.
About the Creator
Skip Andrews
I have been writing poetry and song lyrics for years. I wish to pursue a career in music. However, with all of my one off poems written, I felt the need to share those as well.
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