It should have been the last thing
That I said, before I turned
And left the room, leaving you
Watching after me.

Instead I opened again
My mouth, and carried on
Talking, until I broke
Your fragile heart.

Then, and only then, I left
The room with you behind
Me, staring with tear-filled
Blue eyes.

Your heart was broken because
I didn't know when to stop. And
If I could change that, I don't
Know if I would.

The End

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