Over this bullshit
From ashes smashed to pieces
by a man left with nothing more
than a fragment of sand from a shore
torn apart and tossed aside
by less than a hopeful bride.
Nobody died, but I would’ve tried
had I been adored as if I were more
The reasons are real.
The sentiments less than ethereal.
What could have been said
is the dread consuming my head.
Yet I’m not dead. There’s more to be said.
Perhaps not about this cyst
that slowly continues to exist,
but the bride that the tide
slowly drives to my side.
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