In the days when you were hopelessly poor, I just liked you more.

Victory Circle near Fortson Rd., Columbus GA

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I don’t know Which the fvcking 47 stages of grief I’ve gotten to after 5 years But today I’m angry You told me to stop taking my medicine You drank every night You lost your temper and patience and mocked my attempts at resolution But here I am The only one sorry After years of reaching For friendship that wasn’t there to be had You went on a binge You call that fighting for me You think you were somehow slighted by my not wanting to be unhappy all the time Instead of taking responsibility for not making it better or right So I guess what I’m trying to say is No more stupid ass poems No more crying No more blocking and unblocking on social media F U C K Y O U I miss your parents more than I miss you anyway.