To The Dirt (Poem)

Who am I to judge,
Holding such a grudge?

Against you,
And you know who.
Feeling like you love him more than me,
Has me so angry.

I might hold a grudge against him forever.
Since it’s him who has us severed,
Puppet master.
Who created this disaster.
He says dance and you dance faster.

Now that you’re no longer around,
You’ve become nothing but a pronoun.
To me.
But I’m starting to see,
Things from your point of view,
And slow fading hate is what I have for you.
Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt,
I’m just not taking this grudge to the dirt.


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