you

Remember when we stood together?

Then you contorted, and now I don't recognise you 

So don't call me by my old name,

the one you gave me, for you.

Don't beckon the past, those memories scorched 

along with any love for you

now you stand by your choices there, there's no space for two-

no man is an island

but i'd rather this piece of solitude, 

than to be with you

and I'd burn every bridge

to keep this peace, away from you. 

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