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's just one thing...

sometimes i really miss you.

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