Quiet Desperation
Not mine, but yours
Quiet desperation leaks out of your pores
You pretend you don't want me
then you pretend you want more
Begging me to see how alone you want to be
Just to turn around and tell me how much you love
and only want, me
Waiting for a sign from above
Unable to wiggle free from your grip
until I spread my wings like a dove
A quiet exit I was able to slip
Would you notice my absence
or carry on with your quip
Obsessed with your distance
Only giving in when intoxicated
Next day claiming innocence
With the perfect line you baited
Wounds fresh, heart sore
Stab me with a knife that's serrated
You pretend you want me more
Quiet desperation leaks out of your pores
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Tanya Leij
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