I watched you fall apart
Both within and outside
Of what we once had.
You're nothing more than a bully.
Secretly a sad, pathetic woman.
A pot that calls the kettle black.
It is a tragedy that I loved you
And a tragedy that I speak about you
The way you speak about her.
Happy New Year
To us both.
Maybe this year we'll heal.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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