dead as a doorknob, and doorknobs are dead.
but not quite as dead as the words in my head.
i pace back and forth around what to say.
to hold you and keep you here day after day.
the look on your crushed face as you cried.
"don't patronize me!" you screamed with your eyes
finally you see, i've never been great with goodbyes.
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