You have me in your palm, at your feet, on my knees. But it does not matter. The ultimate betrayal it seems has been committed against. And for that, I am exiled. You drop me to the ground, stamp me with your boot while I plead and cry love, thanks, appology and all that lies in between feeling, us and forgiveness. My breath is wasted, exhasuted, called to deaf ears and closed mind and to all the world. My voice fades and all is over.
Reason for writing:
This was written in the aftermath of a fight with my friend which I thought would destroy my life
Birth sign: Gemini
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