I barely even knew you,
so why is every memory of you and I together stained with regret?
Why can’t I just completely forget you?
How the hell do you find your way back in?
I wish I were more like those little ant traps you stick around the house.
The ants flock in only to find that what they’re attracted to is poison,
and then they take that poison back to where they came from,
their colony, and they never come back again. That’s really morbid,
but I really do wish I could just forget you ever happened.
This poem, ‘ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-IV’ is under copyright of LoOsEaCtIoN.
&_Keshav Sawarn |
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