I cried my last tear for you months ago,
so why did I cry myself to sleep last night?
Your pleading moves through me, decimating my defenses,
making ruins of my forward motions.
Why can't you stay on the shelf of my memory?
You broke me before--I'm still gathering the shattered pieces,
and last night you tore them
from my fingers.
So why do I feel like the bad guy for saying no to you?
Forget you ever met me, and
let me do the same.
You claim to love me. If you mean it,
leave me alone.
Pooch Portrait Art
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