he said it's finally over.

just when i was getting my second wind

"going in for the kill, kill" (regina)

when i'd pushed all my thoughts aside

because my emotions, 

my instincts

were so strong.

i wanted his imperfect grit of a man

to hold me down

and want me bad.

but he only wants

what he can't so easily have

and isn't that always

the truth?

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it's all just a power struggle

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... but really, none of us can ever probably take into account everything we ought to- we cannot be thorough, satisfy. But there are other reasons to believe. He answers prayer.

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a mother, even-tempered wife

she lives with him, 

always his beautiful bride

for she is never-changing,

always the woman

he thought he married

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you've told me,

i know we're through

you're falling

for someone new

i never had a real chance

but when we danced

i want to tell you-

that i miss the shape of your back

the way you say things,

how you react

but you probably don't wanna know,

so i'll walk away.