I'm thinking about you again, you fuck.
I'd hoped you'd fallen out of sight and mind,
Become, once so malignant, more benign;
Forgot, if not forgiven--no such luck.
An old wound reopened and iodined
Has two stings: one remembered and one new.
Part of me wishes I could pardon you,
Turn a blind eye--turns out I'm not that kind.
I'm not over it yet. I'm not resigned
To suffer and move on; I'd rather chew
Betrayal and spit venom. None can suck
The poison that still renders me half-blind.
Oh, damn your eyes! My fingers itch to pluck
And crush them both like grapes--just one won't do.
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