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Poetry

Mary Hoe

Goodbye my dear friend
I guess death is our end
Could I be so bold
As to say, you moved on cold?
You didn’t lift a finger, made me choose to walk
Now I’m the villain, whenever you talk
Am I really out of line?
Oh, what a waste of fucking time.

Remember when you tried to kill me?
I chose to forgive you.
Now, I’m sure you’re going to bill me.
But what could I possibly give you?

I share with you, all my glory
Even when it wasn’t your goddamn story.
You were never invested,
I was your purgatory.
Your weren’t a friend
You were predatory.