To Be Gone (Revolving Door)

[Eyes so blue you could get lost in their depths forever,
You reach, probingly, through my glazed windows
As I blink away your stare, snapping the blinds of jet black lashes to a close
Darting my glance to the side in avoidance and conclusion-
A coy smile beneath veiled emotion.

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It lies understood, a debate no longer.
Your fingers tremble slightly as you lay your hand over mine,
Our eyes meet once more, and you look deeper,
Drowning in what you wish I was, but am clearly not.

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I wont apologize. You knew it would end, you just pined for more.
A blanket of chilling disappointment cloaks us over, your doing,
Although this still is carried in my baggage as a fault of my own.
Not that I didn't have enough to begin with;
Which was largely what proved to be problematic.
I close my fingers tightly around yours as I glide from my chair.
A scene won't be made, we're amidst too many.

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"You wouldn't want to spoil their fun, now would you, love?"
A cutting whisper wafts past your ear
I give your hand one last squeeze before trying to break it away from yours.
You stand quickly and draw it towards your mouth,
It collides with your lingering kiss.
I grant you time to part with it, but my scent seems to have caught you.
That was once what I wanted.

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I pull back what is rightfully mine. It's been established, a prelude to anticlimax;
Tragic letdown of anticipatory storybook romance upon your fated part.
But I am no Cinderella, nor did I ask you to rescue me.

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The fun is in the subjugation, as an eventual downfall is inevitable,
{So I leave this broken heart, conquered by my charms,
To find another handsome prince, to strip another coat of arms.}
"I don't want you to go" are the last words I'll hear you speak,
For you'll never see me again after tonight.
"Yes you do, babe," I say barely audibly.

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"You just don't know it yet."

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And like that I was gone.]