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Embarrassed

I am embarrassed

To have

Ever

Loved her


To suffer

That much

For no reason at all

Is such a silly

And deep

Wound

That was ultimately

Self-inflicted


And now

I don’t know how I am supposed to be expected

To trust myself again


Clearly,

I am not to be trusted

With knowing

What is good for me


I can’t even tell the difference

Between what is

Love

And what is

Poison


And maybe

I am so eager for one

That I am willing to sip on the other

In hopes

That one day

Love will touch my lips.


-C.H.


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