You say you’re back:
gone to the place where you left me,
and now you’re upset?
Finding my usual spot vacant,
as if I should sit around all day;
waiting for your ass.
Even the stones have changed their names,
but you expect me to be the same;
that same 19 year-old child,
with a wide smile,
ingénue to your violent fist,
gifting cocaine or punches.
You say you’re back:
gone to the place where you left me,
and you’ve been sobbing up a storm,
telling your friends how wronged you are.
How dare I not forgive you?
I don’t even know you.
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