[i just want
the memory of you
to wear itself thin
with guilt]

its rounding 9 pm
when im preparing to taste his lips
shading my eyes
with the deep grey of the sky
applying my daily [mask]ara

hes all i wish for
(if i were to wish for the things
ill never want)

i left him last summer
suddenly surrendering
to my own better concience

'you cant kiss him-
--for he is without your own desire'

but still-
his eyes would scream passion at me
in ways that your own would
stay silent.

his fingers always tasted of
bittersweetly
innocent
sexuality,

he was just like you-
--but not...you.

[i know this is wrong)

now hes at my doorstep;
with weak knees
and shallow breathing.

just like you-
but without complication--
without second thought,
and without me-
to take him in my arms and caress
his hand in mine.

he feels everything-
in ways
you never could.

and now-
without second thought;
i close the door
on his sincerity's plea/

and found in him-
what you found in me...

a mistake.

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