the quiet end

A strange and cruel mirror of the first night we met

We let the dark cradle us,

Ephemeral but true.

The past professed itself in the beating of my heart,

Taunting hope.

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I tried to coax something real out of you

I looked for my love.

I came up empty.

Were you always so devoid?

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The sick kept swelling up out of you

Slurring your awful words,

Casting grotesque tricks.

I savored fragments of the love I used to know.

Your every word was coated in grime.

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It made me sad

The rot of you.

I wrestled with the pity.

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I felt you had overstayed your welcome

I was ready for the visit to end.