I prefer my empty, blank walls
over all the houses you promised to build me
I never even saw you buy a single brick
I would rather indulge in this silence
than stand another wave of your voice
You never used it to bring peace, just pure noise
I wouldn’t change my empty bed
for a hollow man
and I will not let you throw dirt
on the blank slate I picked over you.
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Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
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Damn, I felt that one from experience.