Over

Sucio. Sucio. Sucio.

Muddy, bloody tears on a seasonless decade.

One continuing winter.

A winter that started when your lies, and secrets snuck up

and stole the sunshine out the heart of a bright spring sky.

We could not coexist.

Me seeking the light and you snuffing it out with just the air from your liquid, lying lips.

Then the tears,

The muddy, bloody tears we split down the middle.

Me in despair, you in manipulation.

They worked black magic and kept me warm in a sea of cold.

Temporarily.

Now you come back dressed in a late spring rain.

But, that scrawny rain ain’t nothing but the covered stench of

muddy, bloody tears.

And I’m over it.

It’s finally summer.

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