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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 we never meant to follow
do I think of you? Yes
do I want you? No
I hope every flavor
of every morsel
lingers
against your tongue
now lick your lips and your fingers
you've tasted
now retreat...because now you get NONE.

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