would you leave your little lovers for me?
if i told you by this dawn that
i would kiss you under the dying sun,
would you try and kill the sun for me?
if i touched you with my hands,
would you turn into those lies that you fed me?
leave if you aren't in need of me,
are you hearing me?
you're bleeding me,
out of patience, out of love.
you're needing me, only when i'm gone.
you burned through the love i had borne
for you, and spent them on your paramours.
you bent my sword and broke my armor,
you left the second i thought we were forever.
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