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I don't think I meant to

Misuse you, misuse you

When I told you,

I wanted it all.

This tendency,

Being better men

Now bitter and cold.

A tasteless feeling when

Losing what you love,

Loving when you lose.

Turning out to be

What you run from:

Self fulfilling prophecy.

Is it irony

If I kill myself?

This tendency,

Self forgiveness

Never meant any less.

How can I heal

Inflicting pain

Every step of the way?

This heart that breaks,

This heart that speaks.