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I don't remember the assignment
But I wrote a poem
And got a page worth of notes back
It was called ,"The Church on 23rd Street"
He said, "Your words- they cut... scream"
And looking back
I guess that was the point
No one had listened
So far

Those were the days
So much risk and introspection
I did some really shady things
That I will never regret
They were fun
Heartbreaking and earthshattering
Life
Altering

I was reminded of that tonight.
I have spent the last four years
Hating you
But I found myself laughing
At a memory
And then tried to talk myself
Out of it

Maybe you're less of a
Scumbag
Than I wish you were
And maybe I don't have to
Scream
Anymore.