PART III of Lost Romantics
hit me any harder,
with pain you call your own,
& one day you'll look back,
to find you're all alone.
you're spinning my world one way,
then reversing [the] cycle's spell,
so you can flee [in] diversion,
to push me to say farewell.
i'm over being hurt now,
i wish you'd just use words,
i ask you if you love me,
you nod, your words are slurred.
Created by your actions,
answered by your air,
you're slowly drowning me out, now,
don't even pretend to care.
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