This is an apology for all my love and energy wasted.
I have no name i hold value in no spaces.
All the walls that i built up are plastered with shaming.

I was the prequel and the sequel with a middle as empty as my bleak soul.
Nobody told me that my paid penance was also owed to love’s reaper.
Social media will steal your worth and send another troubled soul to be your hardest lesson’s teacher.
Maybe healing’s within reach?

no more resuscitation for spirit shredding relations.
leaving dead things in time’s wake.