Whino

I poured the last shred of myself into getting you back

Dredged the pit and found the last scrap of pride

Withered but worthy of words

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Now I feel absurd.

And I have to question this need for your presence.

This scramble to make you see.

Because when I have you it is not joy in my heart

But fear.

I am always waiting for you to cast your shadow on my face

For you to spit me out without swallowing.

A connoisseur of vintage whines.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

Ughhh I hate myself more than you could.

Better maybe to stay shut up.

Shut me out.

I think I would.

(C)Slumpless

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