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I hate the way you strip and walk across the room,
As if it didn’t matter to you.
As if it didn’t matter if I was inside;
As if you had just let me in from the night.
Why are you still jammed against the window of a past era?
Hung up on what walked off without even shutting the door.
I am standing like a fool with words I don’t owe;
With handfuls of nothing to show.
My friends ask who you are;
I say you are difficult.
It is hard to believe you to be,
Someone as removed as me.
I don’t know what it is,
But I know that you don’t feel the same.
When I’m gone, I will just replace his name.
“Lover”—
I don’t stay overnight with the others.
I turned you out and it didn’t even matter.
You barely bother;
No one will give you what I have to offer.
You'll realize when it's over.
Things die and ghosts pass through me like
Days and then years.
You don’t have the words I wanted to hear.
I am off the rails again, I fear.
I pull my clothes back on and take myself somewhere else,
Outside a doorway you won’t let me though yourself.
Of all the things I couldn’t help.
My life has been something that I just survived,
Without the means to let things die,
Or for the pain to wear off in time.
I love you;
That must be why.
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