In your apartment,

I saw the places we were,

Saw the things you use,

Where you hit the wall,

Where I became like plaster,

The dust of our rage,

I pressed my fingers,

Into the damaged places,

Into the soft crush,

This could be over,

If you would just let me be,

Stay out of my life,

You keep calling me,

Now your plaster is cracking,

You tell our friends lies,

You almost broke me,

Living well is not enough,

Revenge is a dish,

You would never know,

Your toothbrush in the toilet

My piss in the bowl.


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