And I wish you'd say sorry like you mean it. Because it's not sorry you're saying at all. You twist it. Turn it. You ask if I want to start speaking with you again- even though I've only responded with silence. What you should have said is that you want to hear my voice. That you're the one still thinking about me. That you messed up. Because you miss the way I listen to you. And hang on all your words. But more so, you miss the way I respond. Because I can counter you, and I can keep up. I'll even do you one better, leaving you without a response. Breathless blissful silence in the face of a woman who understands your mind. You don't know girls that talk like I do. Because I hold my own the way many do not. And I'm fire, maybe more than you were ready for. But I gave you warnings. My love was never too hot.
//: On Abandonment
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