I heard you miss me.
I heard you got drunk and spilled your guts.
Before I would think that was sweet,
putting your heart on display.
But now it’s just disgusting.
all your organs out on the floor.
It’s like a tragic comedy.
I wonder if you think I still miss you.
I haven’t missed you in a long time
If only you’d spilled your guts instead of your bullshit when it ended.
Maybe I’d still find it endearing.
Poetry
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Wow! A lot of bitterness revealed in this piece. Very succintly put, I would say.