count on you
can’t count on you to
make me full so i’ll knaw on
my own marrow to
save me from your deep
apathy for my cracked psyche
i can climb out of
the abyss you think you left
me trapped in. happy
to be away from
a shallow boy and
a life in your oppressive
solopsistic stench
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It’s a good poem, KA. I especially love the line “apathy for my cracked psyche.” Strong.
I think you may have meant solipsistic, not solopsistic. Just an FYI.