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I reserved you a
front row seat
to my recital
no title
I want you to see
the lights shine
on my face
into your eyes
I gaze closing mines
like you closed
the door on me
too many times
I never felt so
lonely
disowned like a
broken commodity
that runs on
electricity or batteries
you don't deserve
to ingest the air I breathe
I need to inhale and exhale
the memories
I see your eyes
getting big and welling up
with tears
I don't feel an ounce
of sympathy
I've packed my bags
leaving all the pain
boarded a ship
sailing across the sea
of misery
single handedly
I climbed a mountain
of possibilities
look up on the stage
see what you made me
