The Final Nail

Eroded wood held down by nails on my coffin.

Your honey-sweet kisses laced with toxin,

Love is consumed by worms all too often

Curse the wounds not soon forgotten,

You told me your heart was made to soften,

But your voice decayed—by words turned rotten.

The apple never falls far from the tree.

Now I'm choking on the seeds

of every “I love you" you ever gave me.

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Circle the drain was always the plan.

I built this grave with my own two hands,

Each nail hammered in with your favorite lies—

But you were the one who taught me how to die.