Carve your name,
where it hurts the most
Do you remember,
where we hurt the most?
All these issues,
you, Ms. Misuse,
our problems piled up
like tissues
Your unjustice was
always swift, for
months at a time
I spent adrift
This rift betwixt us
won’t fix itself,
we won’t fix it either,
until the pain is felt
My skin is leather,
carve your name,
to remember the pain
when we drift back together
Museless Thoughts 
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