One Year

It’s been one year

Since you sent me here.

To the place where

I’ve always feared.

How the time went by

Since you made me cry.

I wanted to die

When I learned of your lie.

What you did really sucked

And now I am stuck.

I feel like I’m old and fucked

But I’m rekindling my luck.

I won’t cry for you anymore

Or even call you a fucking whore.

I’m not sorry that I swore

Because loving you was a chore.

So now that you are free

How much better will your life be?

You don’t have to worry about me

I’m just here sipping tea.




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