The Good Devil
You come to leave
readily
You talk to bitterly
squabble
You smile to pull
face at me
You pose to say “Wrong
Choice!”
You sit to prove
your tallness
You whistle to
trumpet nobility
You open your arms
to close your heart
You hug me to push
coldness into me
You pity me to hate my little wealth.
You whisper to shout
“No Chance!”
You look to glower
at my tears
You pat me to smash
my heart
You cry to celebrate
your victory
You leave readily to
never come back.
ILiveLove
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