And his hands 


       Fall to his sides,

And he hangs his head low-

            I can feel the air change 


As his tears fall to the ground-

                      And in this moment,          

  I’m in love with the sound 


                Of his heart breaking

With the thought of losing me.


                        Noone has ever loved me,                 

The notorious fuck-up 


                          That much.






The End

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