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Let me set the scene:
it was midnight
on a balmy June evening,
you agreed to meet me
at my new place.

I was still waiting for
my bedroom furniture,
but I did have a mattress
wrapped in plastic.

That's where it happened,
that's when I gave myself to you
after months of flirting
and nursing a heart
broken by another.

I regret not thinking it over,
not waiting until the sun rose
and my mind was clearer.

I made the decision
with loneliness being
the primary reason.

I was crumbling under
rejection and responsibility,
and then I let your body
further smother me.

I just didn't think
I would still be choking
on my mistake
all these years later.