Various States of Decay

i.
For a while I’d convinced
Myself that I couldn’t
Feel Anger
A while.

ii.
I hope to never feel rage
Like that
Again.
(It’s unbecoming.)
The hurt.

iii.
You tore me
Apart
Bit
By
Bit
And all at once
(I think that I
Left a piece of
Me
Behind)
On unbecoming.

iv.
I wish nothing for you.
I hope that living
In my
Hometown
Sparks no
Instances of regret
I hope you don’t
Regret the
Loss of me
I don’t regret the loss of you.

v.
I don’t trust you to safeguard it.
The piece I left behind.

vi.
And in the end,
Nothing.
All that remains.

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