The Black & White Poet

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Die, You, Die.

He's not a fighter,
So he's not going to fight for me
I am a conquer
yet, I am defeated.

I never once believed
I'd be jotting groans of farewells
and goodbyes
to my love

Something inside me longs for him
        and something inside me desires to murder him
All I want, is for him to admit his failures
All I want, is for him to chase me harder
Than the guys next-door
Than the guys at work
and the insignificant guy over there
All I wanted
     was that after five years
 to feel important.
A priority.
Loved.
Simple.

But because this was not so,
It was not so
Don't tell me with your lips one thing
But prove to me another

He's not a fighter,
So he's not going to fight for me
I am  conquer
yet, I am defeated.

Away with you
Every emotional attachment
Every spiritual connection
Every soul tie made
Away with you

I know your not a fighter
You  will not fight for me
I am a conquer
I will not be defeated



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