Poison Ivy

You told me you couldn't stay with me, you've,
never been a savior.
My skin grows thicker with each word,
it gains another layer.
I've watched you burn all our memories,
swept up all the ashes.
There's poison ivy growing in your brain,
but it's me who gets the rashes.

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