She scarred me up.
Abused me to no end.
She put a spell on me.
That's not what I signed on for.
She stripped me bare.
She made me wait.
She acted out.
I always lost.
She moved on.
I hate myself as much as I hate her.
The self loathing ...
The constant state of boring myself to death...
I'm repellent and dirty
A self-pitying shell of a man
That's letting the polluted wash of yesterday's rain
lap at my feet
by the soul of the Pacific Ocean
The dead fish
The ill carcass
It's too bad that
rain can't cleanse my insides.
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