Break Up

Crashing pans making sounds
Too loud that abound
Through stapes and hammer
The harder you slam ’em.

Conscience bequeaths you
My guilt demanding you
Heart saddened at the pain
The insufferable attempt in vain.

No act, no promise, no kiss
Could repair the impassable rift
Here I leave you adrift
In hopes you find a better gift.

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