Elementary Sonnet #22 Learning

Learning to let go of those who were yours…

Letting them go; flushing memories gone.

Oh yes! They must be flushed lest come blood sores;

blood healed by moonlight and you flee from the dawn.

Dawn brings them out, they who lie against you.

Everything is opposite where I live.

I’d rather see Stars than a sky that’s blue.

Truth is my torture, not head-wound blood-sieve.

Forget it….gonna fucking be OK.

I know that, just turn the feelings off, now.

After you do, I’ll eventually say:

“you were right all along and I’m like, ‘wow'”.

It’s not very quick to get to that point…

fucked my weed dealer, can’t get me a joint.


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