a poem for over

Tit for tat, we shout

insult here, grievance there.

Why stay together

when we’re both stressed out.

Blame is the name of the game

you think I’m playing.

I’m tired of you pointing out

my faults.

In my wounded heart

I’m better off alone.

3 thoughts on “a poem for over

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