Potted plant across the room

He said you were acting a fool

He had to clean

Something you’re too good to do

Years later i threw too

It left streaks

I would rather die

Then be anything like that

You déjà vu

Could’ve happened

But probably didn’t

Perpetual oddity

Reoccurring black hole

Cyclical bookend

To a sad life

A friend said that it is not wrong

To admit I have nothing for you anymore

I’m fine to leave you with your sleuthing

How not to trust for dummies