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I haven't spoken to you in days.

I want you to know

I am serious this time.

No sweet voice

will answer yours on the line

as you whisper

explanations,

condolences,

apologies.

Claiming openess

yet still hiding.

Waiting.

Wanting a body...

Wanting a heart...

Praying for both...

Settling for the former.

Bruising it,

scratching it,

so that no one shall

want it

except you.

Making me hate myself

as I look in the mirror.

Telling me

'this is what lovers do'.

Funny, then

that none before

dared injure

that which they worshipped.

I fought back

last time.

You kicked me out

and said it is over

as if you had made

that decision for me.

'It is over,'

you call me to repeat.

But I'm the one

who stays away

and never calls.

I'm the one

who isn't going back.