misplaced drafts

it’s okay
if you’ve given up
let the chips fall
to the side

i can’t say
that i’d do well
if i was there
beside you

all i have
was given away
thrown down
left to decay

hands up
no longer soft
rough edges
bloody bones

your tears
will eventually dry
blow away
into the ether

truer words
found separated
from my virtue
left to burn

held it up
until i couldn’t
so i put aside
to second guess

whenever i have the time


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