Humour me till it’s over I am another now and yet the same and all the things I wanted I don't want them anymore unless you tell me to close my eyes and go back to that time, when... ...I was the one you wanted how pathetic I know…I feel it all in my stupid sand-made bones unbreakable unless you kindle them like a firecamp in the middle of nowhere in complete darkness—all you can see is the starry sky—it’s like looking back to that October it’s like holding your hand—let’s go home—I blurt, twisting the threads to their tangliest Freudian slip from "we were happy" to "I don’t want to be here"— what a trip! and I’ll always be sad about it, 'cause misspoken words have killed us; that’s what happened, and I am heartbroken, 'cause there is a new "the one" every other year or maybe you never miss me; never regret the leaving and all the baggage ‘ cause leaving me meant finding her baggage-free All my poems, nothing less than colateral damage pay-off for missing you or maybe I am just paying the price because you can’t be alone here I am rejecting everyone because well, you know why , and still No regrets, no worries ... I’ve forced handles oftentimes Just enough, to be sure ‘cause imagine waking up, years later, and realising that you had hurt her ‘cause imagine waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in the cold sweat of urgency, the dread of having walked away from someone precious eating you alive like a giving lover I’d rather run barefoot and bruise my feet leaving behind bloody traces of effort At least my loyalty wasn't fake All the letters All my birthday cards flowers, lions all the plants and the home-cooked dinners all the plans and the blowjobs all that begging— All evidence of love: Imagine waking up one morning and realising that you had lost another friend - yeah. Humour me till it’s over: two liars two lies You are fine And you are not the love of my love Was it even real? All of it...
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