it’s not love
it’s not like
it’s your crippling sense of loneliness
which drove you to surrender
within her arm’s reach
and you always knew she was a carer
it wasn’t love
it wasn’t like
it wasn’t your crippling sense of loneliness
it was your inability to decipher and control the three
that she was became your mess’ collateral damage

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