I was so calm when you said goodbye,
that walking away you felt like I was the one leaving.
I should have given you tears, despite the lies-
you always loved to see men broken, bleeding.
Turn me apostate kneeling,
at your feet. While you, with twinkling eye
kneel for him. Your mouth too full-for screaming.
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