Uninhabitable, Really

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I’m paying rent to occupy a space in your heart.

It’s a dark, dank unwelcoming place.

It costs me too much.

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Cast Aside

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It’s cold and lonely next to you.
Freezing.
What to do, to break through?
Open up.
Let me in.

I can’t.
I hurt because of you.
You lied.
I cried.
Then I died.

I’ll change.
I promise.
You deserved better.
I know that now.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.

No.