We'll be everything but lovers,
write ten letters per day, mine confessions
to your questions, and yours evasions
of things I want to hear you say...
But still, we'll write our letters
and together we'll again run out of words
sitting in silence, stress and violence
in our outbursts in the evenings
when we meet online after the busy day...
I'll be your fuck-up, canvas to muck up
in some sharper-worded insult
gotta hurt me just to jerk me back
into the stark of white and black,
no grays... but you can't say
more than you missed me, never list me
as a lover or another who is real to you,
you say that you cant trust me,
but you must be feeling something
or you wouldn't act so stubborn,
but you won't tell me you love me...
so what's to say?
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