Will you look at me
like you still think I'm lovely?
When I'm tearing the love
from your hands.
And caught in between
the lengths of your fingers
as delicately as I can.
Will the clock stop
when I stop saying your name?
And your ghost gets
out of my mirror.
Are you lonely, with only
me to blame.
Sad and boring,
take my soul away.
Am I abstract?
Am I concrete?
You were right,
you don't want me.
In any world
we could meet.

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