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I climbed that ridge
scratched that itch
somehow, I burnt that bridge
open wound, no stitch
Bleeding
a feeling once so strong
now fleeting
as an elderly man's hairline
receding
The pulse died, flat-line
attempted to mend and repair
unfair,
your emotionally chemical warfare
handled without care
Our time
was unraveling twine
holding together a broken spine
hanging on a dwindling vine
destined to fail
no graceful way to bail
set sail
heart cloaked in chain mail
agitated
above this I thought I'd graduated
the lies you stated
I tried so hard
yet remained humiliated
as rancid meat, tainted
you hid behind a mask
and waited.