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It’s always your prerogative
whether to come to me
knowing full well
I can never be able
to resist you
seducing me with words
ten years you’ve had me
wrapped around your finger
every time you need me
to love you
I disentangle myself
from even the tightest chains
throw it all away
to make myself available
for you
and right when I start to think
we’re onto something
you disappear
and leave me
colder than before.

Why is that?
If you can’t stay away,
why can’t you stay?