so now we play the healing game

it goes like this, your claim to fame:

i turn deaf ears

i fear to hear

i close my eyes

i cringe to see

i do not know how to heal

me. or you.

i know not how to

i do not know how to feel

now this is true

i know not how to

i do not miss your love

that was all about you,

that double edged blade,

that weapon for my destruction

(but i sometimes miss you).

i do not miss your clemency

that was all about you

that gift i embraced

that whip that drew blood

(but i sometimes miss you)

i am lost no more

i am with me these days

and i am safe again

there is just one thing -

sometimes i really miss you

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i found this poem a bit soppy, (though i felt i didn't want to change the words in any way) i just had to add this pic to restore some balance to the flavour