You reached your destination
And my predestination
is finally concluded.
I am particularly bruised
Smelling like anything but me
As I was in your side of the same sea.
I am confused, actually.
I could't forgive a single fact
since the day I left
You to live your life and rest
your path of lies.
I am intrigued how naive I seemed
When I was younger a few months ago.
It's like a movie scene -
There was no wedding ring
To let me go
Of your planned being.
The only space I could wring
Myself was in a filthy basement:
You can't bring
Me home
You're ashamed of a possible
Replacement,
After all, you are so attached
To your own damned moral
Essence,
And I am untypical.
I can't reach your expectations.
So you joint me in a crack.
I'm just the girl of your imagination
And you are just my last crap.
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