tears laced with shame and betrayal
exact liquid dripping from my eyes
another pain burdened on my subtle soul
a torture on my weak heart

just across the building I caught it
a faint glimpse of you in dirt
I thought it was oil on canvas
but reality has a far more cry than imagination

windows blare open for scenes
while you swim in sweet sins
a picture to batter my soul
a swift pose to shatter my heart

as my body ran cold and I shiver
I knew this is the height of it all
no remorse for my bleeding heart
a fool I am, and might forever be

I recall I was the weaker one for us
occurrences of your acts are beyond count
I am the simp notwithstanding
a fool I am, a waste of masculinity

@talk2leigh
(twitter & insta)
3:51pm
6 Sept 2024
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