My addiction,
Your predeliction
Created fiction
And endless friction.
No other muse
Could I choose
To see me through
Perpetual blues.
But I wouldn't do.
And you?
You couldn't make due.
Wouldn't. This shit's on you.
Allow these words
To properly serve
From me to you
This temporary adieu;
My visibility
No longer gives a fuck
About your fragility.
© @haleybcu, 5 AM on June 9th, 2021
