Her eyes of blue
And the tears they shed
At the slamming of the door
And the pain in her head
Too late to save it
Too early to be free
Trite fucking platitudes
“It’s not you, it’s me”
Promises to be broken
And silences to keep
Questions left unanswered
No peace to sleep
Screams become whispers
In the space between
Two once joined
Now only darkness seen
She stands alone
As she always knew
How it would end
“It’s not me, it’s you.”
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