Ripping through the last of the letters
addressed to my exhausted memory
I pray for a little bit of closure.
The sound of salt water trickling
annoys my senses
I let my tongue touch the moist waste
flowing like they will never stop.
I want to look into your eye
make them burn
pierce your soul
make your heart swell up in guilt
I want to stab that fake smile
that unending spirit in you
I want you to feel the way I did
'cos you deserve no less.
Will you please tell me why?
Why I wasn't enough
as a companion, as company.
As there are still a few letters left
in my sadistic brain
and until you confess, why?
I Wont find the closure I need.
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