CR (2/20/90 / Arlington, Tx)


I never knew perfection,

Until I heard you speak.

Now it pains me just to hear,

You say the simplest things.

I didn't think it'd come to this,

I don't even want to see your face.

It's just like a routine now,

It's all an act, one I've learned to hate.

I hate everything about you now,

Or at least it appears to be that way.

Everything you do is just so fake,

All your actions and everything you say.

Forever wasn't as long as we thought,

Rarer than a no leaf clover.

I never thought I'd say this,

But I'm glad it's finally over.

by Chris Rodriguez

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