I could write sad, sad songs for us
filled with heartbreak
anger and envy
and the blackest of emotions
hate.

Instead, I'll cry sad, sad tears for us
and for you. All for you, who has
been defeated, tore down, ripped to pieces.
And I'll trail behind, gathering the tatters
to treasure, revere, try to make whole
through sheer force of will
And more bitter tears.

If only you'd let me.

-End

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