don't say that you're not done,
not ready yet, to leave.
don't hurt me the way you always do
that teasing power you know you have over my chained heart.
don't say that you're unaware,
that you don't know, any of it.
this cruel infliction that never fails to bleed me dry
that very expression that freezes my very soul.
(i havent written crap like that in so long.)
yes.
the one that be longs to you already.
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