Why did you walk towards me this morning?
Was it desire or the obligation of remorse?
This painful moment draws out, a stark portrait.
What do you want from me?
Not an easy question for duplicitous you.
Did you want to tell me your troubles?
We're you wishing mine had washed away
in the night?
Did you feel like letting me down?
Do you have the heart?
Could I have held you, and healed you?
You could heal me. Does that hurt you
the way it hurts me?
Are you strained
by irony?
Sometimes I wish you were
someone else
someone I could give myself to.
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