Tired.
Tired of you [it] saying that you love me.
No. You are no longer a you.
No longer a person.
Not real.

Confused.
Confused because after your spilling rejection,
you want me back badly enough to beg.
Whimper on the other line of the phone,
shed tears, like a child,
and treat me like never before.

But.

You never spilled your tears,
for those three years.
And now that you realized what you've lost,
you want it back?

You hurt my eyes,
my heart,
my head,
my soul.

Now,

It's only fair that I hurt yours.

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