I cannot count the ways in which the word 'died' applies.
Physically, emotionally, potentially.
An entire future blown away in an instant of 'I'm sorry'.
Yes, I had seen that look before, but
Somehow had managed to pull you back
From the edge
With a pledge
That if you kissed me ever again you'd better
Never let go
Don't say you weren't warned.
My reaction was not even close to a woman scorned
because, fool that I am, I loved you. Yes.
My heart beat on, weak and distraught
but not a tear did I shed for the pain that you wrought
and ravaged on my being in every sense of the word.
Blame doesn't even come into it.
Feel and remember as I do, yet what do I do now?
In this moment, in this place, in this 'new life'
that I've made for myself: What am I to do?
This longing for comfort, for warmth, for Something, anything I reckognise
puts thought in my head, things so unwise.
Like fucking a coworker just to feel the weight,
and the effects of big strong hands.
One night stands are for the faint hearted
and my beat is coming loud and clear.
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