By I worshipped you but you couldn’t believe
Our hearts were as one but you couldn’t conceive
You ushered me away with the unfounded dream
That I was just using you, a love of convenience
But she was a Gen X stereotype
All anger and bitterness seething
And I was too languid and puerile
Just some burnout teething
How lovely
Was our parting
The sunrise
New starting
I’m
Still
Broken
Inside
But the cord is cut
Abbey Pope 