Surely you must know
Of all the forlorn lies.
As we speak in unison
You slip in the words
that will turn to poison
To kill me in my sleep.
I wish to say that I hate you
But I love you too much
To do so; I'm naive.
In a sense I do not know
Stop me for I am
the indication of cliche`.
Help me up with a hand
and with this same
object of solace
push me down again
let me fall.
To crack my bones
and to break my unavailing heart.
Tell me whats wrong
What's wrong with me.
I blame you all the time
When I made myself this way
This is my fault, with no questions.
I am my own corregendum.

 
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