I’m just this affable fool,
Trying to navigate you;
Trying to figure out what this love shit entails.
But I’m not in on the joke.

It’s not the drunken stupor after the party.
It’s not the heart beating in my chest.
It’s not the late night phone call to say goodnight.
It’s not the thought that counts.

It’s the suffocation;
The stand-still—the speechlessness.
It’s the hurt,
The regret, and the fear.
The loneliness when you’re gone.
That’s the key to this sadistic charade.

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