Weak Day

I couldn’t leave you like that
A crumpled heap of overused clichés
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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