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trust your gut, they said
nothing has given me more regret
to let my wildest desires run unchecked
was my fault and i accept every aspect
there’s no need to repent
the gaping hole in my chest will keep me stressed
enough, to realize i’ll never do it again
give my heart to an all too willing participant
only to have the rug pulled out under me
it’s not my fault to a degree
or maybe at all because in reality
you were deception disguised in hyperbole
so i wont accept blame for living in alleged naivety
and believing i can be loved tenderly
for I am deserving and you may never be
until you can look back on my memory
and admit that you, sir,
committed a treachery
