Blame it on youMature

The taste
of your mistakes
never left my mouth
something so foul
it was like poison
burning on my tongue
the sound of your voice
like nails on a chalkboard
a compilation
of all my hate
in one person
that I
could not escape
but the day
is coming
and I will leave
and you
will stand at the door
begging me not to go
I won't look back
so you can be stuck
with your mistakes
and your horrid traits
all alone
just like you wanted
with no-one left
but yourself
to blame.

The End

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