“Stop Using Me”

To all and at any extent
The better memories carry a
Now jaded intent
Shady dealings;
As they so continuously went
Along their own more desolate paths
The truth, now rarely masked
And you lie awake
Kept tethered to your best mistakes
As grief becomes my last cigarette
A lonely matchstick and a loaded gun
Your remarks were heavy scars
And were they just for fun?
This joke so amiable
Bitter to the touch
Alone in my wake
Still waiting for the Sun
Tell me, am I now the only one
In a conscious sea of life that surrounds
So entirely conscious were they now
Signing off: soul of a clown


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