I admit, that one night,
part of me liked seeing him
cry.
Fallen at the feet of some escaped beauty
that I wrote in a notebook
a long time
ago.
I let him leap out the room
misty red, barely read
but already knowing...
I let the days grow thicker
answered the questions in my own head
but didn't forget
all the drunken things he'd said.
Just a boy on a string
god, how can I
be so mean?
But it's not, it's not
my fault
he's so flawed.
He's just another set of lips that
deny love
“I'd love to be alone...”
but we're not kidding anyone.
If he wanted this
he'd have to miss
me more in the long run.
We waited with arms crossed
and cross talk
“You just love arguing.”
But really
I think he just loved
me.
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