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The Last Supper *Poem*

How does something wither and die? I try my best to reason the way I was once able to say that you were the one for me and now all I see is a future without you in it things between us were so clear and now that windows been tinted you're going far in that car but I can't see myself in it. you put the pedal to the metal and I'm not even settled into the decision of traveling this road with you all of this pent up passion in the fashion of crash and burn is not the way I learned how to love I'm above the back and forth the fickle way you hold this torch for me the way you love me selectively this teasing pace the way you taste and retreat taste and  retreat love on me, creep on me underestimate and sleep on me taste and retreat taste and retreat curl your lips into a smile all the while spewing promises you never planned to keep. taste and swallow, until our bodies were hallowed eaten alive by lies of promises of paved paths that