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It’s gotten to the point
That I hate sharing space.
Everything is always misplaced.
And you use the last
Of more than toothpaste...
...Without offering a replacement.
You take all of my energy
When you leave me
To find closure
In all of your open statements.
Your truths are hardly adjacent
To the skeletons
That you stack in the basement.
I wish you would clean out
More than your car.
I wish you would be
A bit more transparent
With the things
That make you
Who you are.
You’re being stingy
With more than the covers.
You’re taking all of my color.
You’re taking everything
But the blacks and blues
Yet,
You swear to God
That you love me too.
And
Yes,
I love you.
But,
I’m running out of room
For the excuses
That I make on your behalf
When you feel it’s all too soon...
...to at least apologize.
Copyright 2019 by Kentrell Blanche
