Convenience.
This came at the best time.
Through all the bullshit,
I never lost my rhyme.
Only cried for a second,
And then that was that,
This is still this.
Fuck a kiss.
The only thing I'm letting touch my lips is this:
"I'm done."
Turns out you're really not
That "one,"
The "only."
I am not
The one
You can fuck over.
No apologies accepted.
I'm sleeping on it
And waking up
To a brand new best friend.
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