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Waiting for the inevitable,
Evading it with words.
Realising that your love will
Easily fall short. He is
Furious but he is an
Alien. He is a robot once
More; reset to a factory state.
Invasive and cruel, the
Liar’s mask stays put and does not
Yield. Nor does it falter nor
Waver as you search his
Eyes for some small familiar
Notion. He is gone. Your
Ending will not be caused by this
Ethereal apparition that is not your
Darling, not your love.
You accept his blows as
Only you could but give out more,
Urging him to come back to you.
It is futile and hurts and falls for
Nought. He is gone.
Everything turns to ash.
Ever and always blows away.
Down and pleading you beg.
You say what you have to, the
Only thing that will get through.
Undeniably he hears the truth