How many times
did I mop up the floor
of your blood dripping pain
from the night before
I dried your eyes
so noone would know
You never cried over me though
Everytime you
walked away or shut down
I patiently waited
for you to come around
And your sincere pleas
adjusted my heart
I kissed you deeply
so we could start over...
Please tell me your secret
of unstained perfection
If I can master what you are
I may finally earn your affection
But for now you sit like a god
in the chair your hands built
In judgment of me and all of my guilt
Staring down at me in silence
counting all of my sins
narrowing your eyes as if to say
"Too bad, you fucked up again."
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