You’ll tell me it’s alright,
I’ll keep on worrying.
Letting the phantoms wash over me,
blinking shuddering tears from your eyes.
You’ll give me desperation kisses,
I’ll be a study in depression.
Marveling at the numbness of my face,
you’re swatting apparitions futilely.
You’ll be Isolde,
I’ll be Tristan.
Dying the Romeo death,
you’re the Juliet wishing.
You’ll give up eventually,
I’ll be completely destroyed.
It’s time I disappear,
accept you can’t fix this.
You’ll remember the bliss,
I’ll bear the scars from it.
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