you will not hear the words
perhaps the melody will catch your soul
will catch your mind
will bring you back to me
a boring memory at best
a gagging sensation at worst
i was not good for you
although you chose to pursue me
i knew the end
before the beginning
and you
a deer
caught in the headlights
of experience
had found the dream
of every european woman
a new man
never before conquered
on this continent
and so i bow to your prowess
you are Diana
the huntress
and i
your wounded prey
look up at you
with the eyes of a dying animal
complacent
and unrepentant
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