Today I spent
An age
Staring down
Blank, lined paper.
My laptop
Has a folder
Containing snapshots
By a camera lens
That adored
You both.
Today I hate you both-
A little, very much,
Not at all.
Today I wish
We weren't so
Screwed up together.
Today I don't want
To be a living
Mausoleum; Of your
Fucking love story.
Today its 4:40 am
And I would like
A little love
A lot of sleep
And perhaps- absolution.
Today it's killing me.
Today I spent
An age
Staring down
Blank, lined paper.
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