Deixei que ficasses

don't get me wrong oblivion
I never loved you kiddo
(…)

O I was too good to you oblivion old kid that’s all
and when I might have told you
to go ahead and croak yourselflike
you was always threatening you was
going to do
I didn’t
I said go on you inter-
est me
I let you hang around

[e.e. cummings: «don't get me wrong oblivion», Etcetera: Unpublished Poems, 1983]