Poem #104

You were just good with words, talked your
way out of everything, but with your back
against the wall you crumbled like a scared
child. With me knowing what you did, words
that got you into that mess couldn’t get you out.

It became easy to leave you after I had
realized you weren’t the hero I needed.
I was, all along.

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