Over
- Poet
- Mar 6
- 1 min read
I knew I was over you when I started laughing again
Years of torture ended over one last whisper of disrespect
Because you’re never going to bruise me again
You can go give hickeys and emotional bruises to someone else
Last time I’ll ever follow the white rabbit
Maybe you’ll never get your karma but you’ll forever have to wonder if these poems are about you



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