Would you feel slighted if I said
I resembled myself and no one else?
Would you erupt immaculately
beneath your puddled, rustic love?
Would your blood just boil if I told you
that I never intended a win?
Are you feeling numb enough yet
for me to give in?
I'd tell you I adored you,
but I'd be a bigger liar yet.
I'm not one in this head.
How would you feel if I stumbled away,
and left you to thoughts you'd rather not tame?
And how would you laugh if I stole away sound
while you were screaming
as I tore down the walls?
I'd say it with smirks
as you flinched in the pain.
I have but one name.
May I taunt you with sweethearts who knock at your door,
wishing for something you no longer hold?
Could I drain you of sunshine and bring forth the clouds
if I had it in me
to do this all?
Forevermore, forevermore.
These thoughts,
I ignore.
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