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Mar 2018
You hurt me again for the hundredth time
You linger in every song I sing and incessant rhyme
But today it clicked that I don’t deserve this
Swing and a miss three strikes you’re out *****
My life has no room for you
So go find another girl with whom to do what you do
I’m sick of this **** and I’ve had enough
I’m protecting my heart now and I’m more than tough
I’m capable and stable and I don’t need you here
I’ve realized your toxicity after another long year
No man can chain me down any longer
Each time you try to break me I rise up even stronger
The words bounce off of my bulletproof vest
You’re frustrated they have no impact and they don’t pass the test
My ribs are a cage and it’s made of hard steel
Now you’re beginning to realize these threats are quite real
I’ll drop you on your *** like you’ve done to me
Plenty of times now it’s your turn to see
I’m ****** and I’m livid and there’s no going back
My words are my power and with them I attack
Defensive and ignorant you act likes it’s nothing
You can’t seem to see that I’m no longer bluffing
I said goodbye with a wave and “ta-ta”
With a bag on my back and my mouth chewing straw
I’m leaving you now and this is truly the end
After what you did to me I’ll let that friend request pend
I hate to say that I still love your stupid face
But the way you speak to me lacks all poise and grace
You’re kind of like poison running through my veins
And on my heart you left inkblots like indiscernible stains
But I’m better now that you’re off my chest
Like I’m free from my confines and able to rest
I’ll do what I want
And what I’ve got I’ll flaunt
We’re done and it’s over
Yet you make my soul feel hungover
Did I just rhyme a word with itself?
Look what you've done to me you left me to rot on a shelf
Your little statue that you admired like a brand new toy
That you quickly got sick of like an immature boy
I hope you got what you wanted because I sure did
My head ******* on straight and a sense of worth you forbid
Exhausting each ounce of effort in my mind
You have the audacity to complain about how your day’s a grind
Thank God I came to my senses and the coop I flew
I think past your thick skull my words finally got through
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
(24/F/The Enterprise)   
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