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To the man who can choose to complete me, or leave me empty

we met. i adored you
i thought of few things else but you
i pranced about, i writhed at your feet
i gave you every moment of my day without you even being in it
i called your name in my sleep, and whispered it in my waking

i did all but tell you the truest thing i knew

and now you're writhing at someone else's feet

it's too late for me

run away