Knight in shining armor? No, retard in aluminum foil. “Well, he was nice when I first got to know him…”

“…Then months in,
as I started getting deeper, peeling back the layers,
the bloom wilted, and all there was was rot –
rot I have no tolerance for. 
I will not service the anemic.
I’m too old to have compassion for the fragile.
This is life – man up.

I’m not his redeemer –
and he’s a clutter
of self-indulgence and fluster.
Our same wavelength was pure surface.”

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