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.
Northern demoiselle 