I am such a fucking masochist
you're breaking my heart
and in between tears and
non-existent emails
I think "that poor man.
I hope he's okay"
Patterns, patterns
repeated for twenty years
I'm so quick to give myself away
and leave so little for myself
clenched fists, early mornings
it infuriates me to think
you may consider my
sweet, open loving heart
for a sign of weakness
when in the long run
I was the strong one
and you were just
a fucking coward
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