I was played,
played for a fool.
I wish I didn’t need to abide
by my own rules.
I wish I didn’t have to feel for you.
I wish I didn’t have to build a
shelter of broken sticks and dead leaves
while you fight your insecurities and
a heap of people I walked in on
like I’m the no-man’s-land,
you trample to edge closer to nowhere.
I only want to leave your suitcase,
in the middle of the dirty street,
and not look at it,
as I walk away
and abandon it there.
Because I can’t take this
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