They’re talking about you again

They tell me about you again

(Gossip is the spice of life after all)

Presuming my interest in that tired refrain,

In sustaining your fraying aura

 

But their words hurt me

They feel like acid sprayed on old wounds

As my heart pounds hard enough

To jump out of its cage

 

Landing at your feet

Broken, muddied and sullied

Beyond repair

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