as above, so below.
I wonder how it is
that you handle
the one last gem
you kept, covetous
refused to return...
Is it well? I can't know?
It is no longer part of me
you know, a part of me
not that it'd matter to you,
not that you would feel
a thing for my heart.
He told me I wouldn't
even recognize the
remnant ---
there is nothing to salvage
in there,
just an echo...
He said that you chew
that dust each and every day.
It is uninhabited.
not that it'd matter to you,
...anyway,
it's been said that -
I forgive you
what you did to me,
but that you
did it to yourself...
How could I forgive that?
*embarrassed*
I'll hold these last
few charred remnants
to myself
my treasure,
my worthless treasure...
and not show anyone
what you did to them
*thankful*
that one part you stole
I hear,
is no longer recognizable.
so, no one will ever know
what it used to be:
if you were to ever spit it out
on to the ground...
not that it'd matter to you
...anyways,
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