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The cacophony of endless bickering

Ruptures my eardrums

Transforming me tone-deaf to our tangent tantrums.

Septic whispers creep into the crevices of my head,

Termites indiscriminate to all my emotions,

Swallowing my love and replacing it with hate,

And vice versa.

Once, you were a zealot of ways to make me happy,

But more than twice you were that man who broke my heart.

Now tell me,

How can I take that undersized effort

In the form of a cloth and wipe up all my mascara-stained tears?

That vulpine romance turned into vomit in my pit.

I persevered and acclimated myself to the wintry months,

Even though outside my doors it was summer.

Your stoic stare, uncaring, but prudent in ways to make me cry,

Unswaying, transfixing your ice glare into my veins.

Your swank sense of self is nothing more,

You only have mysticism in how to bring bliss to yourself.

No one else matters.

You’re selfish.