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The Test
You took my hand and gave it a safe place to hide,
as i lay there next to you on your bedside.
I let myself unfold for you-the corners first then the rest,
then I gave you the paper, the pen, and you took the test.
You failed miserably, you know, on that quiet night,
but don't get me wrong- you sure did throw a fight.
I was fooled and betrayed and taken advantage of,
though it was my stupidity that made me ever think it could actually be love.
You took my hand and gave it a safe place to hide,
but it was anything but safe, I learned the hard way, and in this poem I confide.
