I hoped that
Now, after we'd
Come all this way, you'd
Offer me a 
Nice 
Sentiment, a word of closure.
I hoped, still knowing you, 
Still knowing
That you had never
Ended anything clean in your life, that
Now you'd change. At least you're always
There to be consistently inconsistent.

You're always there
Only to leave me
Undone once again.

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