unspoken

you fanned the flames

from one senseless spark

everyone saw how

these things were made

in the worst possible shape

there was not an iota of truth in it

you did it for one purpose, to be noticed

and get a higher position

in this rat race of brutal bullies

smoking, snorting, or injecting crack

just like you did

with your boys at nights –

memories that last

forever

only identifying my weaknesses

only on one side

to hit with more force

making it more fun

than to bring it to the table;

after that Monday I tried really hard

to throw you out of my heart

it didn’t help, it was the same

for a long time

it stuck to me like an old splinter to a tree

and I think

you will stay there

as you represent

the first unrequited love I’ve never had

and the next ones without fulfilment

leaving me alone in disfavour

bordering on insanity

will you ever let me be…?

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