It's You
I look at you.
I see you.
It's you.
It's always you.
It's the hell you put me through.
What he did doesn't matter.
What she did doesn't matter.
How you responded is what matters.
Go ahead.
Grit your teeth
And curse the skies.
You can blame them.
You can blame me.
But it's still you.
Excuses,
Excuses,
Excuses.
I'm getting tired of your excuses.
It doesn't matter what you say.
Nothing you say will change anything.
It's already done.
Learn from it and move on.
Or don't.
I don't really care anymore.
I want some space.
I need to be alone right now.
I'm going home.
Goodbye Jack.
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