I wanted you and still
told you everything,
the truth about how many men
I fucked, every one
who screwed me over.
You took each blow like a friend
keeping your biggest secret to yourself.
How could I have known?
There were some truths
we both couldn't admit.
She moved away.
I moved in.
I wanted you and still
I lied;
about how many times men fucked me
and why I fucked them over.
Truth is,
I still don't understand myself.
How could you?
I lay myself bloody at your feet,
beating myself into comprehension
and dreaming of what it would be like
to be like her.
You were going to be
the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Problem is
you still loved her.
I admitted it,
a long time ago when you couldn't
admit it to yourself.
First time I saw your tears
was when you admitted you loved her
to my face, and me?
I took each blow like a friend,
licking my wounds silently.
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