Poem #12

Jun 10
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It’s been four months and I don’t wanna get dragged back into your cycle

Of might call

Or might lose my number

Weeks pass

Then my phone rings

Then silence

It’s all red flags and sirens

Then you try to buy back my time and

It’s messy and ruthless

We both know the truth is

I’ve got the self control of a 10 year old

In every aisle of a Toys "R" Us

And you call me up

Knowing I’ll pick up

And the

CYCLE

NEVER

ENDS

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