fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]

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i still write, for you:

this is a shit poem
and a shit day; i have
only myself to blame 
for that. 

some part of me 
wishes i could 
hate you for 
hating me,

but we both know
i am too far gone
and wasted.

we don't even 
talk anymore.

ignoring that 
feeling rushing down
your spine saying 
look at him 
look at him right now 
he's leaving he's leaving he's leaving
LOOK AT HIM

because you have always
been stronger
and able to pretend
fate is nonexistent.

princesses
like you are
rare and larger
than this life.

i love you. 
the stars on 
this end 
say hello
and goodnight.

shit poem, shit day, shit life.

all i've got 
is this man to 
blame.