Broke with Cents

I’ve saved my breath
placed stock in me and you
my emotions you blew
like everyone knew you’d do
not enough to regret
what I spent on who I met
lint lines my jean pockets
I’m locked in a cell for stealing a
the promise of your memory;
I’m stuck in a moment, falling asleep
on a cold floor, stressing this will never
work out.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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