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I am embarrassed

To have


Loved her

To suffer

That much

For no reason at all

Is such a silly

And deep


That was ultimately


And now

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

To trust myself again


I am not to be trusted

With knowing

What is good for me

I can’t even tell the difference

Between what is


And what is


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.


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