DAMNED ABANDONED RHETORICAL THEATRE

I haven`t wrote poem in months about how I felt about the December standoff

Like I have walked passed all over you ,

as you passed all over me ,

And I did that actually.

I don`t miss you , nothing reminds me of you ,

Even not the things that you gifted me ,

My brain has erased everything rooting for you ,

Isn`t it good ? isn`t it all beautiful?

I have become the best version of myself and

I don`t calculate my overthinking and my stomach doesn`t grunt in wrenches

Why didn`t you leave me more early?

Why did you choose to do it after the time passed to be?

There is nothing in this world that made me question our end ,

Because it all look so destined , I can`t no more pretend,

Sometimes when I recall what happened,

My memories are blurred , like I have forgotten what you did to me in precise recipe.

Not called friends lately , and still doing better than ever I did ,

You were the tragedy and I was stuck in whack a mole effect of fixing the unfixable,

What a baffoon , what a cartoon , I played to be ,

Made me wean , made me mean, made me an added apostrophe ,

What I shouldn`t be ?

I fanthomed the darkness of dearth and I have clutched the crusifixation ,

With your unapathetic and ingenuine apologies and unconcerned pretends to be with me ,

What else could the end be , except the end , this is a played envy against me .

But I survived , like a lover, hater, looser, chaser, damned abandoned rheotorical theatre ,

The blister and exodus was so necessary , was so capillary ,

in the death nail of my insanity, in the grave when my guardian`s flee,

I was wrong , I built the curse of my human indignity fed to me .

I have veered the ambit of my screams ,

This is the exaggeration of how I leave ,

I never cried after a week ,I never lied to myself in 2025 to be ,

You have severed the ties and I choose to be , like this adamantly.

I hardly write poems about what happened ,

But I never wish if`s and but`s ,

All I wish is if you would do this early enough and not impede,

Because you were best when ostarcized even in sleep paralysis.

LEEZA

THE POET OF DEATH