The ink hadn’t even dried yet

The tears dripped onto it

Making the writing smear

So only I could tell

What it said



I guess he couldn’t focus on me

He couldn’t quite see through the dust

He liked the part where I gave my heart

But his favorite part of it was lust.

So many knocking on his door

Asking if they may please come in

That someone he had to invest in,

Well, he didn’t know where to begin.


He cannot focus through the flesh

He has ringing his phone

At all hours

Of the day and night.


The writing still says the truth

There is no reason to have it removed.


Why remove my truth

Just because you insist

On living a lie?


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