My dear,
You were once my muse.
But now you're my only fear.
And it's all because of the abuse.
When you're near,
All I can feel is the pain, so I can't refuse.
I can't even talk to a peer,
Without being accused.
But don't worry, pain is gone with a beer
Not a scar, not a cut, not a bruise
I'm leaving you, I can't be here
I'm sorry, but this choice you can't choose
I can finally cheer,
Because this war I did not lose!
I don't want to see you appear
So take the clues
I'm being sincere,
I'm your trash, I'm your old news

Author's Note://: I hope you like this poem; I just wrote it!! I would just like to let you know that once I get to 10 poems on here, I will start writing a story, but I won't be done with poems, I promise!!
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