No More

No more.
I will love you no more.

Even if heaven’s winds have brought you
……back?

The hurts, the loves.
Unrequition.

The plastic.
I’m tired of lying,

To myself,
That things may get better.

This clay
Can be no longer moulded,

From conception
To beautiful complexion.

You are a stranger,
As am I.

This feels wrong.
I have shut you out.

What more can you do?
What more can I do?

No more.

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