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I wanted to love you.



I wanted to realize

That there was truth

In your crystal irises

But all I found were

Lies screaming under

Crumpled bed sheets.



I wanted to love you.

But I could not.



Not when you loved

Someone else-

That whore whose

Voice drowned in

Your brown pools.



I wanted to hate you.



I wanted to despise you

For making me into

Something I was not,

For loving her because

She was more capable of

Showing her love for you.



I couldn’t trust you

Not to hurt me.

The only thoughts

In my head were:



What if no one

Touches me again?

I needed to know

I was still desirable

Even if you didn’t

Want to show it.



I wanted to hate you.

But I could not.



Not when you tried

To merge her and I,

Finding something

In each of us that

You could see loving.



I wanted to believe you.

But I was trapped in

This notion of going

Further than I wanted

Just to please you.

But you loved me

All this time, didn’t you?



I just realized it too late.