I’m calling you out,

But I won’t raise my voice.

No, I shouldn’t have to shout.

I promise what I have to say

Will not leave you with any doubt.

That this thing I thought we had

Has gone stale and can no longer sprout.

The truth is that it’s all because of you.

As I’ve cried all my tears and I’m all out.

Not one drop of hope is left in me.

Nope, the hope I had is now in a drought.

So you can say your sorry, but I know you won’t.

You can say that you mean it, even though you really don’t.

The love is lost, the pain has come, you and I are through.

Because I can’t play anymore games, no definitely not for you.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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