We have always been a one-way street.
Red carpeted. Plush.
Just the way you wanted it.
Even so
You would hurl stones through your plate glass windows
leaving me to clean up the mess.
you blamed it on me anyway.
It's getting too hard to take you.
I don't really know how to stand anymore. Propped up against this wall. It's probably asbestos.
but then again, maybe it's you.
I'll bite my tongue. I'll bite my tongue and wait,
that's the luck of the draw right?
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I don't know how you found her, but I must insist you have no further contact with my wife!!
(That's how it seems, anyway. Your words could have been hers. In fact she has actually told me that this is "her lot in life". Awkward that your persona should also be waiting in pained, patient silence...)
M.
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