but after all of what you had done,
you got me in this chaos you had begun
and so i sing and play it loud
that i will go on without a pout
and for having no more self-doubt
that you made me feel all through-out.
beyond all your shouts,
i will scream it loud and clear
that i'd like for you to get out of here;
out of my life that you had contributed to cut even more open with a knife,
out of my head that hated to feel your dumbness.
i will play it nice
and say it again,
'you just get the fuck out of my house.'
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
