Tit for Tat


I gave her the cold face stare,
one my coldest looks
in the face of her coldest breeze

blew her life away
and tumbled her days
like loose wild leaves

so she’d have no choice;
blacked and blued her heart
to a medium devistated rare

while playing the role of an abuser,
making sure to brand her thoughts
with careless I dont cares

which were loaners given by her
from before and the others;
heartless ones before she

I gave her what we could’ve been
first, so that all she remembers now is
what we shouldve been destined to be

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