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I could almost hate you for this,

Smear that smug look on your face,

Until it unrecognizable,

And fades away without a trace;

Simpering in the lonely corner.

Like the coward that you are,

Hands hiding eyes I once got lost in,

And yourself without a scar.

After all the lies you told me,

I wonder if this I should even believe,

Or is it some grand illusion?

Another image meant to deceive.

Not unlike your bloated promises,

So filled with your self assurance,

That you're blind to the way I shuddered,

To my rugged forced endurance.

Could that really be your body,

Crouching there on bended knee?

Your self security is lacking,

And now you see what I had to be.

I'm not your puppet to toy with anymore,

On this burning stage of pain,

Nor do i want you to be my servant,

So please, from this pitiful state, abstain.