there were
six trash bags;
tall, thick and
meant to be filled to the brim
[and I filled every one]
anger twisted your words
hateful, accusatory
my silence matched the
unasked questions in your eyes
later contact brief
and generally explosive
because you just wanted to know
why
hundreds of miles away
cowardly writing words on a screen
for others to see.
I left because I couldn't
look you in the eyes
and tell you that
I fell out of love with you
giving up "our" dreams
for mine,
I am a selfish bitch,
that's something that you
will never have to remind me of...




thanks, I've missed you Vito.


this is one of my favourites i have read by you..thank you very much for entering


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