'And if you think so badly of me, then why do you still want me around?'
And then she gave me THAT LOOK.
'I don't remember saying I did or didn't want you around.'
'Fine.  Do you want me around?'
'I have no desire one way or the other.'
In that moment, I felt my soul torn asunder, and the shreds strewn about the cosmos.
I didn't say another word to her,
we just sat in silence,
while I stared at the ground and looked away.
I didn't even say goodbye when she finally said bye to me and left.


She didn't see the tears collecting quickly under my eyes.  
And she didn't see the multitude of tears that wouldn't stop falling.  
But she didn't have to look away this time... because I already did.  
The veracity had finally befallen me, albeit tardily.  
I can't believe I was so stupid, so incredibly coxcombical, 
   as to juxtapose myself with a superhero.  
How could I not realize it sooner, that my fate is Frankenstein's.
Frankenstein was no Superman, he was just a monster!
And it doesn't matter when monsters cry, because they're just monsters.
I can recognize that a monster's tears mean nothing, 
but that won't still my sobs, and it won't stop me from bawling.


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