Hubris

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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