in a dream
you were there
and it was the same you
angry
abusive
loud
mean
explosive
but in my dream it didn’t bother me
it made me uncomfortable and uneasy
I said goodbye to you
and I didn’t feel anything
when I woke up
I didn’t care no longer cared
I no longer had love for you
I rarely think anyone is a waste of time
but you really wasted my time-
and I wish I would have saw you
the way you really are before the years of effort and abuse
I don’t care if you hate me
I don’t care if you forget me
you gave me nothing to hold onto
nothing to miss
nothing good to want back again…
except for myself
skin loves fever 
Thanks for sharing. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Life comes with baggage. It’s inescapable. I guess it’s how you carry your baggage and what you carry that matters… lol
thanks again 💜
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Great poem! Been there but wasn’t so lucky as to get out without all the baggage. But I ended up with a lifetime of poetic inspiration! I think I got a better bargain! Ha!
Chuck
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