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the songs you played about being lost
the anger you felt when i admitted my defeat
i cried because i was weak
this only made me weaker
what would have happened if i had been strong?
would i have lost it sooner? would my art be different?
i made the worst of a terrible situation
three people, one miserable monster

almost like a movie it was raining when i left that porch
i cried until dinner
the waiter vacuumed beneath my feet
you drank milk and yelled at a stranger
i never got another kiss from you but the rest were just as empty as they were when we were together