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Wish I could remember why it mattered to me.
It doesn抰 matter to me.
It doesn抰 matter to me anymore.
Now that you抮e feeling fine,
I抣l admit that - though I know it抯 coming down,
and see it shattering me - it doesn抰 matter to me,
and I抦 not sadder for seeing it come.
I抦 not going to run.
I will just come when I am called.
You want to cut me off because I took too much,
but don抰 leave me alone.
Take off your scarves, your winter coat.
The night抯 too cold.
When we met I should have said
you抮e like a sister to me,
how all that kiss her just seem
like puny suitors I can see through,
how none will do, not for you,
how it might as well just be us two.
And when I pulled you by the jacket
from the clattering street,
you started flattering me,
you started saying I was so strong.
String me along,
but I can抰 become all that I抦 called.
And I can抰 claim to know what makes love die or grow,
but I can still take control and so refuse to just go home,
back down the hall.
And as I crawl,
as finally all the false confetti blooms up in this attic room,
I抦 going make my stand.
I want to see both of your hands put down the phone.
I won抰 let you go,
although the moment stole my self-control from us all
and now it can only end with a fall.