I said
goodbye to him
He said
"it's not you, it's me
I am unable to love,
Believe me.
I would if I could
You’d be perfect for me
This isn't a made up moment
I swear"
"I'm not for you, you deserve so much
I would only hold you back
It's not you, it's me
With deepest sincerity"
He silently told me
To leave him the fuck alone
Pretty pretty please.
He hung
his head in mocking sorrow
Which
hurt more than his words
A
drooping figure
Who acts
the part
Like a
man shot through the heart
A man who
pretends to have a heart
What a
wicked way to pretend
He
mastered a wicked way to pretend
Dipping
his poison pen in a well
He
somehow managed to feel and tell
Overcoming
his grief that almost did him in
He
managed to find a way to begin
Again
With a
story that "hurt" his soul to the end
A story
that was all pretend
He
received all the accolades one can get
In a
place that isn't worth its place in sweat
He
reveled in his holy tomb
A place
of self-importance
A
sorcerer's room
What a
wicked wicked way to pretend
When a
forger writes of regrets
What a
wicked wicked way to be
When
hubris and shame have not yet met
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