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Pitch and Tension

You called me, 

I answered.

You started off casually, 

I matched your energy.

You switched notes.

 

Your words, 

As your confidence rose, 

So did my notes, 

Climbing in pitch and tension.

 

Your ignorance, 

Your confidence, 

Crescendo rises.

I asked, 

 

\"What about unconditional love?\"

You replied, 

\"What is that?\"

How could you?

 

Within, 

The crescendo reached its highest.

\"I don\'t need anything from you!\",

I yelled.

 

I left.

 

You called me once more, 

I ignored.

As the crescendo reached decrescendo, 

 

My words, 

I do not regret.

I stand my ground, 

And leave you there.