I’m crying now 

like you used to do


how strong I felt 

next to you


now there’s no one 

holding these tears back


that’s how irony 

works as planned


I’m crying now

over every little thing


my therapist tells me

It’s helping 


now that you’re gone 

I’ve been practicing


I’ve been perfecting

all my little routines

◄ my complete lack of technique

Poverty ►


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