There's so little I have left to scream about. I cant push out another word on your account. And I cant pretend to tell the truth if you fight back when I say what I wanted to. Do you remember last semester? You were so exhausted I was yelling out a lung and you said I'd lost it. You had covered my mouth so I asked you in my head. Are you feeling unsatisfied now with you situation? Your boyfriend drinks too much and you and he are out of touch and you went to your job the other day. You were insulted by a customer and cried you said its hardly worth your wage. I just checked the mail today on my way out. I got the letter that you sent, the words you wrote, and I'm about to start telling you exactly what I think about your latest move. Tried to find the words to put to you, tried em' all and settled on self abuse. I've got a box of your old things that when you left you gave me I pull it out sometimes to remind me of the mess we made. I was over just the other day. You were there lying on your bed, sad in the dark, I gave you something I had made. I lie in bed thinking, sweating out a war. Pillow sheets are puddled, dripping from the fight the night before. Are you fine with telling me that I'm just another moment that has passed, another breath you let slip free?
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