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The dimensions of my pain will be different than yours.

You will miss me and cry for the loss of me.

You will see the empty spaces and want me to fill them;

for me to come back and lay by you and

make your elementary dreams come true.



I will because your loss is another body paragraph to

illustrate my thesis about lonliness.

I will not hurt because of the way you are,

but the way the world is,

I will enter it like a werewolf and rejoice in its sadness.

I am in my element,

a bleak cold place where I can be alone.

That is where I belong and where I was born,

my people are the no peoples,

the ones that disappear into the folds of time and

whose stories are lost in shipwrecks and wars.

It was nice pretending that I was someone else.

It was nice letting you believe in me,

even though I never did,

even though I dragged you in this hole with me.

You confuse me beyond words because

you wanted me to be alive;

you wanted me to be in love with you;

and I could have,

but I'm me,

so instead,

I made you fall too hard,

and then never gave you

a hand

back

up.