I sigh at your impertinence
Keeping my smile towards the door
And my mouth around goodbyes
As you asked me
If I could love you
As dearly as you loved yourself

The afterglow of
A fling that’s been flung,
Basking in the acid reflux
Of a kiss gone sour.
You mourned not touching me
The way you touched yourself.

Ego tithed to God,
You left a prayer in
Your Sunday offering
Pleading that you could
Someday hurt me
The way you hurt yourself.

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