Softly

Another cold rejection

those monsters inside you demand to be fed.

another round of waiting

your loneliness refuses to ccome

peace wont drag it in either.

theres a coffee on The table 

there used to be two

your un welcomeness

permeates.

i look at my screen 

and try to find the compassion you lack 

to fill our home with love 

only to find it dying in me 

pushed out bythe need to be strong 

i wasn't made for hhardness

but it seems I have been fashioned into a rock

by your un wittingly cruel ways. 

 

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