of all the things you took from me,
i missed my inspiration
the most.

you stole my tears,
my time,
my prayers—
and for that, i have forgiven you.

but for five long years,
my words were locked away
in you.
and that, you see,
is the unpardonable sin. 

what’s mine
is not yours;
what’s mine is
mine,
in fact.

oh, retribution;
i’ve finally got
my poetry back,
yet much of it
somehow ends up being about
you.

 

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