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You'd be sorry
and you'd say it loosely.
As if you felt too much
your sympathy might move me.

You'd be angry
at a catastrophic degree
and it would most likely be
directed at me-
as if you weren't the only one
I was much too open to-
Like explaining this in riddles is so easy.

6 days
shaking with the sheets
at my chin
and I was so shut down and condemned
but I left ever door open
in the hope that you'd come in.

I was lonely
even swimming in your sweater
the scent and sentiments gone from every fiber-
so it made me feel no better.

It makes NO DIFFERENCE
what shallow vices took precidence...

I gave it willingly and soberly
and out of something sacred.
You made it a novelty-
simply something best done naked.

And I'm sorry that I've talked so much
but only now can I tell you
you assisted a thief in the worst way-
and I cannot forgive you.