I’m sorry for being
delusional enough to think
that I meant something to you.

I’m sorry.

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All I can do is remember
how real I thought you were.
In moments that have passed
me by, as you have.

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Only to remain pessimistic.
Never to give cheer.

I fear her contact.
Though I want her near.

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I still love her,
after her acts of cruelty.

I have to deprive her of my attention.
To let her realize on her own.

That I was good for her.
That I was good to her.

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Depravity—
intended with each line.

She has left me—
with no given sign.

Thoughts that I would not have—
if having next to me my lover.

She has left my side.
With no sign to recover.

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Nothing is worth the suffering.
The inflicted hurt.

Not even to witness them—
in a flattering skirt.

My efforts are over.
I have been used.

Manipulated and torn.
Needing my skin to be fused.

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I hope you don’t leave me too far
behind while you are achieving.

Swept away was my seating.

After it all it is you
that I still am needing.

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I will be here waiting—
for when she comes back.

That is said out of a feeling of hope.
That is not a bet.

She is not near me—
sending me into a long moment of fret.

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I wait patiently,
hoping that she will not forget.

To hope that this is not inaction
that I will grow to regret.

It is her presence—
that I do lack.