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Laying in bed, 
she told me 
all about her 
most recent lover; 
how he had broken
 her like a clock.
 “You see, I can’t move 
anymore,” she said, “You see, I can’t feel anymore,” she said.
 Her hands shook 
and she got so pale simply at the thought of it all.
 I rolled over, 
—I am no superhero, 
sweetheart—
 Don’t believe I will save you, 
Don’t believe I will kiss you, 
I will not hold you hand.
 “This isn't your rebound, sweetheart, 
it is your rehabilitation,” 
I told her.
 This is your rehabilitation for all the times
 you fell in love
 and couldn't get back
up, 
for all the men
that seemed so sweet 
but never delivered.
 Don’t believe I will save you, Don’t believe I will fix you, “This isn't your resolution
, sweetheart, it is your retribution," 
I told her. This is your retribution, 
so **** me 
like all the men
 who ****** you over, like all the men who broke you down. 
**** me like 
a woman with no heart 
and one day you will realize it may not
 be pretend anymore.
 —I'm no superhero,
 sweetheart—
 But I will sure as hell
 play the villain,
 because most of 
the time that is all you truly 
need.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
Apathy is the Sweetest Revenge
Laying in bed, 
she told me 
all about her 
most recent lover; 
how he had broken
 her like a clock.
 “You see, I can’t move 
anymore,” she said, “You see, I can’t feel anymore,” she said.
 Her hands shook 
and she got so pale simply at the thought of it all.
 I rolled over, 
—I am no superhero, 
sweetheart—
 Don’t believe I will save you, 
Don’t believe I will kiss you, 
I will not hold you hand.
 “This isn't your rebound, sweetheart, 
it is your rehabilitation,” 
I told her.
 This is your rehabilitation for all the times
 you fell in love
 and couldn't get back
up, 
for all the men
that seemed so sweet 
but never delivered.
 Don’t believe I will save you, Don’t believe I will fix you, “This isn't your resolution
, sweetheart, it is your retribution," 
I told her. This is your retribution, 
so **** me 
like all the men
 who ****** you over, like all the men who broke you down. 
**** me like 
a woman with no heart 
and one day you will realize it may not
 be pretend anymore.
 —I'm no superhero,
 sweetheart—
 But I will sure as hell
 play the villain,
 because most of 
the time that is all you truly 
need.
Written by
craigverlin
American
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
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