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poetry of jesse wilesfamiliar villain
who do you think you are to press me to this edge
who do you think you are to bleed me deep
who do you think you are to make me wander aim-ishly
who do you think you are to plead upon my ache
who do you think you are to make me think you were here
who do you think you are to make me call endlessly
who do you think you are to crave your high note and leave me cold with questions
who do you think you are to string me to strings and all of the everything i wished was the thing you never thought you said
and who do you think you are when you cannot even proffer what i gave when you said you do and i am still the familiar villain
when all i yearn for is my fingers on the keys the lost keys of this tragedy
everything everything i could give a fuck about the rest because i surrendered to the deal stupid don't make me stupid to agree
or do but don't leave me twisting in this wind collecting your drama and your stories of heartbreak
but i'm not your ghost i'm not your local love story
i'm not the blister of supposed commitment
i am that hand full of keys as destroyed as any heroine
just leave me if you are not really what you said in the end i call upon your whim don't call me upon your regret
for you make sandcastles of nothing