we never spoke about my sadness, only yours
mine in fact had practically evaporated
(from the illusion of possession over you)
I saw then, after too much time, how unwavering your loss of hope
and just like that, all it took was time to turn me back into the robot I am
I wanted to hold every photo album, know everything you'd ever thought or felt about your birthmark
now I crave a safe distance in hopes to heal and forget
I could never change you
just steal bits and parts of you and our life together for a book you probably knew all along I would never finish
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