Do you enjoy the silence?
I left in my wake,
The devastation caused
Each of us has our own share
To admit to, don’t we?
No more hotel rooms now,
And yes you paid for them
But so did I
And sad how much you can
Loathe someone who claims they loved you
But no more,
A phone call and now we exist in mutual silence,
But not respect because my happiness
Isn’t tarnished by you,
And even your revenge was as lumpen and dull as you,
But mine was elegant and final,
We were monsters but in my goodness,
I realised I’m far worse
But at least I’m capable of admitting it,
And yet you, poor you,
Will be recalled with disdain,
No ill wishes on my part
Other than to be left alone.
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