I've been making discoveries

Recently and I'm finally

Able to label what we

Were instead of what

We thought we were.

Maybe it was fear that rolled

Off my tongue producing

Robotic lust and fabricated

Love I thought was real.

But I'm not quite positive

I doubt you were either

Currently I'm not requesting

Much from you other than closure.

This poem doesn't hurt

To compose but it

Sure is confusion as hell.

Almost as confusing as we were.

You know how they

Say when one door closes

Another one opens?

Well when you fucking

Slammed that door in

My face every single

Door around me opened...

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