But I can't forget so I'm emptying myself
Of your plentiful poisons instead
I'm just afraid not to feel anything
At all, even anger, when I'm done with this
When I left you, you told me, ironically,
You wanted to marry me
But honestly, I can't think of anything worse
Than being locked in your prison
Until death, probably mine, do we part
I realized I would never
Beat you at your own game
I realized, too, that I had already lost
So long before that moment
And I left you
And I will leave you again and again
Dropping memories of you like bread crumbs.
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