I went away ’cause you were safe
And you were boring.
Yeah, no spark at all.
Bloody nose, face bruised
And teeth kicked in.
I crawl back to you.
Oh dear, you are foolishly kind,
Hopelessly smitten.
You will take me back.
Soon you’ll find my heart is cold,
Depleted of emotion,
And you will strike me.
Perhaps so I wouldn’t be bored
And leave you again.
Perhaps so I could feel again.
Or perhaps I was simply wrong about you.
I didn’t stay long enough.
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