
Her futile attempts
to make me see
to make me forgive
she's saying she bleeds for me
out of the womb and heart
emollient pain
She's a distraction
a manipulation
to make me feel
to make me beg
parts want me to embark this
forget the priorities
how ignominious it would be
to enfuse -her
to learn from -her
to illumine my soul
this illogical creature
she says yes
then no
maybe to nervy
but way to shy
if she can't make up her indigo mind
how can I?
Let's ejaculate on the situation!
tell the truth
make a chioce
that I may love her... too much
I lied and whispered no
her difference -nomatter how breathetaking-
is untouchable to me
and
for a reason
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