Focus my hate
Working to focus my hate
Shield my pain
My hate running deep
Deeper than before
You trying to read my letters
The correspondence between my love.
My hate runs deep
My love does too.
Focusing on where to put you.
You toss my room
Not looking for drugs
No guns
No more flags or rags
But my letters.
Wanting to know what was said to me
By my lover,
What’s next checking my locked email
Ghosting my phone
Focus your insecurities
Leave it alone
Before you’re left alone

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