you’ll never know who I turned out to be
you’ll never know what you meant to me
that’s an unfortunate fate
You had your mind made up
I just wish you chose to stay

ill never trust another
forever you carry the bones
to a version of myself I no longer own
a gift exchange
fallen out of place
nothing but ashes and dust
chain linked bond that has broken and rusted
you carry my bones
you still own me somehow
even though you don’t know me now

my cadaver & your dagger words
you’ll never know how much it still hurts
you yell at me for bleeding
but why aren’t you the one seeing
that repeating cycles make for difficult healing

watching it explode
your volcanic toxicity erupts all the time
my patience disintegrates
what an unfortunate fate
i guess that’s why you walked away…

-a.n.c