ribcage

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Cruel, you are

yearning for something that you cannot have

How dare you ache simply because,

because of doubts and self-deprecation

which you yourself have inflicted

Continuing a dance that leaves you exhausted,

that you can cease at any moment,

yet

you waltz with your shadow and beg for an encore

Cold, you are

to not allow anything to light a fire in your hearth

though the frost creeps over windows, numbing the senses

Maybe that's the way you like it? To be unfeeling

detached

a ghostly shell of what you once were

Then why weep at the emptiness

You'll be content with the lack of presence tomorrow

The silence

Your well-preserved loneliness

Foolish, you are

continuing the charade, your lying

You know what you feel

I know

In these brief moments of relapse, I wonder if you do this to me simply to test me, for you will return to your normal self come dawn. Your wishing and pleading will fall silent and I will be left with the echoes of questions you asked, with no clear answer. Perhaps it is I who dances with my shadow, futile in my attempts of comfort.

It is just easier to blame you.