You cut me loose,
hacking away the last fraying ties.
You let go,
burning every last bridge to me.
You gave up,
drowning me in liquor.
I'd tell you I do care,
but you'd call me a liar.
I'd tell you I'm sorry,
but you'd say you'd heard it before.
We won't ever be together,
not as lovers,
or friends.
I'll move on,
just like you,
and never look back
at the bridges we've burned
or the ties we cut, so long ago.
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I am not saying who or what it's about.
my business and mine only.
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