a sorry is no longer water under the bridge
an apology won’t invent a chill
that’s the temperature that needs to fill the room
of reminiscing when attempting to vent
no fresh air can help erase the built up smoke
felt in my lungs.
clouded judgement ..
the FDA approved to be medicated.
i’ve stared hate and envy in their face ,
and jumped forgiveness
but no time passed would allow me healing.
F I N A L L Y
i forgave myself for believing’
forgave you for deceiving
coincidentally you are inspired
by my reflex
to roll snide(s) off like tides being awaited
along the ocean line
that’s just the persona
developed from facing fears unprepared
countless times along my lifeline. 
“i never fantasize bout murder cause im still sane“
wordslacedwithgold™ 
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