Weak Day

I couldn’t leave you like that
A crumpled heap of overused clichΓ©s
Damp and sodden with wine
Your mind over analysing
Regressing
Stretching the perforations
Scratching the threads of scars
Demonising your very existence

“You didn’t leave me,
for that I thank you,
Thankfully it wasn’t a weekday

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