all the while you rehearsed your heartbreak
many nights you tinkered with scenarios
cringing, wondering what she would want,
even when you'd given her everything,
your heart spoke a language of inadequacy,
somehow she'd need more than your enough,
she'd deplete you, leaving you tattered
indiscernible voices told you
you wouldn't ever fulfill her
it wasn't her fault when she stepped
into a house that seemed empty,
unwelcoming, - a house to pushed her away
one day she walked away
leaving you with a broken heart,
living your own prophesy
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