A cleaner slate than ever,
All traces scrubbed away,
And while I can admit I was cowardly,
That’s something you’d never say.
I no longer crave your closure,
The whole picture’s clear to see,
It was never about my well-being
You just found someone else to please.
Which makes it extra ******
Reaching out just to gloat,
You couldn’t leave me be,
Had to shove it down my throat.
It’s changed my whole perception
Of the soul I thought you had,
I believed all that interlinked ********
So that’s my ******* bad.
Now you open another playbook,
Most likely filled with the same plays,
And I just have to laugh at myself-
That’s just the way of the game.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
A cleaner slate than ever,
All traces scrubbed away,
And while I can admit I was cowardly,
That’s something you’d never say.
I no longer crave your closure,
The whole picture’s clear to see,
It was never about my well-being
You just found someone else to please.
Which makes it extra ******
Reaching out just to gloat,
You couldn’t leave me be,
Had to shove it down my throat.
It’s changed my whole perception
Of the soul I thought you had,
I believed all that interlinked ********
So that’s my ******* bad.
Now you open another playbook,
Most likely filled with the same plays,
And I just have to laugh at myself-
That’s just the way of the game.
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