when the damage has been done
and the tears
simply stop
words of remorse
fall flat
scattered atop the debris
of the aftermath
always sorry
always making promises
with no ability
to follow through

loses all meaning

i find
being alone
saves me the time
the energy
the wrenching
anxiety ridden
and mental upheavals
of having to absolve
or be absolved

it is suitable

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