Creep
No, I don't miss you
Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Willem Dafoe smile
Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Green eyes
That made me wet
And drowned me
In my very own river
Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Little lies or
Creepy
Big games
Your love is a joke
I am choking
In laughter
As sunshine hits
My sheets
I rise and rejoice
In the creepy
Absence of you
I know peace now
And that is
Creepy
I don't miss
Your theatrical affection
Or your Shakespeare bull
You are no Khalil Gibran
And Rumi himself
Told me he doesn't like you
He thinks you're pretty creepy
No more Arabian nights
Spent in your chamber
Sitting wide eyed
As you show me the world
As I tell you my stories
You seduced me
To death
With your creepy
Serpentine ways
And I'm happy
To be put
Out of my misery
I'm free now
Free to creep around
In my creepy, little ways
I'm a creep myself
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