A poet writes about what they know
Who they know
How they feel
But what happens if you don't know
You forgot how to feel

The stale taste of recycled air fills my throat as I try to scream out some sort of obscenities- - anything

I'm like a five year old kid again playing with a puzzle as I try to piece together the pieces of a shattered dream- - a shattered life

As the translucent glass box that held my world fell to pieces the moment it was dropped

A smoke filled room full of clouds of promises and lies you told me slowly disperses as each promise is broken and each lie is discovered.

I cough up the last bit of you and blow it away as I forget you.

I sit there and watch you as your lick your paws. Unsure if it is like how a dog licks a wound or a lion licks off the last bit of its prey. washing its paws of all traces.

I feel watched like prey as every move I make is transcribed in my brain making sure I never make the same mistake of loving you again.

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