...It sucks when that realisation hits you like a solid wall made of gold-
You have been rejected.
Knowing that you were willing to divuldge emmense devotion
Ready to put on the war paint and take down the opposition with relentless mercy
...but you have been *the R word*
Its worse when the replacement prances around in your face
Filled with glows of enthusiasm
And receives a welcome without hesitation or question
innocently ripping your ego to threads and singing to the world:
You have been *the R word*!
It hurts when the plans you have made doesnt work out and suddenly the drill sergeant is your minds eye questioned by darkened faults only.
Abated breath becomes suffocation and the pulse turns into torture.
You know its innocent and that 'shit happens'
...but hello...
who wants to be *the R word*
Filled with the worlds quantity of dust by this fall
Stand up...
choking on the fumes of pollution by an attempt of sweeping the shoulder
breath...
Shrug shoulders- eroded.experienced.ready.
fuck you.
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