manipulative
obsessive
defensive
all the words that brave enough to punch my gut
it cost pain
leave a bruised
and tattooed all my body
two feet
you leave
your last wish
it nails in my head
I read it like a pray
and chanting your names within
I know you
black suits and dress
nice place
fresh flowers
on the stone
that carve my name
those four words
I will never get to say
so I keep it
as I rest in peace
,u12
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