The future without me you seem to be hunting
Or maybe inside you would rather be hurting
Maybe it’s just a hand and you’re bluffing
For numbers and games seem to cost you nothing
Everything you write keeps your “other friend” blurting
Everything you do her opinion is asserting
(And if I do the same you’ll hit the delete button)
My ghost that you seek will shortly be coming
© Delia Ross. 2019
Are these someone else’s responses you’re quoting?
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No just me venting about the situation
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She’s like a goddamn fire extinguisher
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I CAN’T HAVE ANYTHING. SHE’S FUCKING SUFFOCATING ME.
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You can’t even write a poem for me without her butting in and trying to claim it as her own…
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You seem content to stay in the obsessive middle
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For someone who cherishes their privacy you sure do keep tied to one who has written several blogs about you it’s f****** unbelievable… I’m out!
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