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It has been a long time, a very long time, since i wrote anything...

This is far from being good... It is too direct, too weak... But weak is the key word here...

And i had to start again...

I'm sure i'll come back to this one and edit and correct and change it later, but for now it wants to be free...

I don't owe you love

I don't owe you tenderness

I don't owe you different statements

To help you navigate

Your murky waters

This blood, this blood

Dry and crackled it may be

This blood has stained you

But you can still be free

Sometimes i wonder

Why have your smells lost their splendour

Sometimes i shudder

At the memories thoughts of you bring

I end up smirking

At their blatant futility

Then at the hint of a severance

I taste blood and I don't like it...

Yes your melodies have faded

Now all I hear are cacophonies

But the pounding in my chest 

Has become clearer...

Yes I am dancing to a new beat

So,

Away from blame, shame and resentment

I owe you a different dance

And soft fragrances

I owe them to you

And you owe them to me...