Blind Poets

Poem 78: !

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Dear Love,

You're a bitch.

Don't act like you don't know what you're up to.

You're a sneaky-ass, bitch-ass, greedy, shady asshole who just loves to waste everyone's time.

I'm supposed to write an apology letter to you, but I think that's bullshit.
You should be apologising to me, for all your shit I've dealt with.

I finally got rid of you; you stopped tagging along after I told you to quit being so fucking clingy.
But you're back now.
What do you want?
I have nothing to give you, bro--so go torture someone else.
I'm not in the mood for this right now.

Stop showing up when I'm texting her, reading the shit over my shoulder and winding me like you do.
It's not funny, it hurts.

I want to tell Mom about you and your bullshit, but I know she won't believe me. She'll just say the same thing she always does--that it's a phase and you'll grow out of it.

But you won't grow up, you just keep following me.

I'm done with it.
I don't want you around anymore.

We're not close like we once were, we'll never be that close again.
Stay out of my business, you don't have the right to go through my photos of her and make my heart race.

I don't know what else to tell you.
Just stay away from me...

Please.

Sincerely,

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