Deja Vu - Poem by Barlot ...
The familiarity of the feeling burns deeper than the words
I feel absurd to have let myself be so ignorant...
To believe that monogamy was mutual
And some rewarding redemption would make it worthwhile
It's all too much my style...
And look at where I stand.
I have everything I've never wanted-
A surplus of celibacy
Just to find he never thought of me
Now I see...but I let it go
It'd take someone with an actual brain to know-
It's never worth it.
The simple nonsense of recording it...
I am pathetic, alone, and all too young
To have ever let it go on this long
My time has been wasted
As he lays and embraces, my worst fears come true
But the nightmare carries on as I set the pins back
Just to be struck by another bowling ball
And hit the ground again.
I wrote this all too long ago
Some girls never learn
Let it burn more
It's seem to be what I moved here for-
Masochist in the make.
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