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Occasionally she comes back to me,
Sat in the corner of the room just staring,
That look of wonder upon her face,
The prospect of more pain too overwhelming.

I used to promise her the pain would disappear,
That what she had to do was just trust me,
But all I did was lead her in to more trouble,
I tried, but we both fell so easily.

For a long time she stayed by my side,
Criticising whatever I tried to do,
With all her expectations on how to be loved,
My guilt seeing my promise to her through.

It was only when I almost lost him,
When she was screaming from the pain,
I had to lose her, destroy her somehow,
So only her memory would remain.

She never deserved to be loved,
Left in her wake all those broken hearts,
Her selfishness blaming others for her agony,
Holding on to me while I was falling apart.

Occasionally she comes back to me,
Sat in the corner of the room just staring,
Watching our lives grow, intertwined together,
Her prospect of finally finding love, too overwhelming.