once again I tell you everything crying on your
shoulder and crumbling at your feet craving your answers to my
asks, and for questions to my pleas.
yet again do I ask
for something never learning, ever hoping carefully, I clasp
my hands in yours those ever-indifferent digits, and the low
notes in my voice stir no feelings in you.
time again for
the old hurt the regret, the self-blame the grief so well
hidden to arise in a single stark flame I burn before your
eyes the orbs filled with indifference.
now this time I
think I learn when the hour is well past and the house
too quiet that no call will ever wake you no bond will ever
bind your heart to mine and what remains now is too
little, too late, too broken.
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