For you, I was not enough,
The things you thought, I never said,
but you told me so, in a tone
that didn't seem like a bluff.

A precipice from our latest height,
a new extremity rearing its head,
right before my eyes,
not just because I said.

You wished all the worst curses,
asked me to please end,
I asked for clarity, as we rehearsed it,
you seemed to test whether the knife the would bend.

I'm filled with them now,
and so I am unstoppably bleeding,
do I comprehend what you said,
is being now a form of pleading
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you told me i'm alone,
like when we met,
that i should stay this way,
that you'll find a home,
where men like me will just be a saying.