perhaps -
we would always end up here
& always lose this fight.
perhaps -
you'd never hear what i said so plain,
& now will never hear any words at all.
we expired & we burned.
you made me bleed
so i sold you out.
there's no love in that.
this silence is all i can give you
when it's all that you ask.
perhaps -
what love we felt
was all the evidence due,
but i can feel you doubt
& i can feel the callous rights.
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