Waste

Waste
By Allie Marie

Break against the wall,
I stop before you even call.
I let chance run, fleeting.
My whisper cracks, defeating.
An apology rushes through my head.
Accuses trample what should be said.
I gather my plans with no haste.
You become another waste.

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