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[collyrium]

displaced

i rummaged through the year
and found you sitting pretty
here on the back of my heart,
and i am not over you yet.
i feel all full of hatred
and jealousy and lust and
i have not stopped hurting,
even at the opposite end
of this beautiful country.
i took everything for granted,
and now that i am all out
of money, friends, and love,
now that all i have is hope,
i don't even know where i am.
did you take the best of me?
am i making the best of this?
is this the best i can do?