The Petrichor Gazette

Sucker Love,

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I am not a cruel woman   

but I cannot continue to be kind   

to a fading man living loudly in the back of my mind  

sucker love, I always find  

a man I’m willing to follow blind  

all alone in my space and out of time  

there’s no love left, nothing of you left behind  

I am not a cruel woman   

and I don’t wish to seem   

we could have made it work if you were me 

you aren’t, weren’t 

how could you ever be 

I’ve burned the chains of the padlock to your key  

with so many tears welled up, blinking through clouded  

vision I could not see 

sucker love left to rot but I’m finally free  free from you 

the worst thing that ever happened to me