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How am I supposed to

think what you’ve done

is unforgivable

when I did

the same thing?

I’m supposed to resent it

maybe.

But I remember

how the scalding

of touch

can make everything fade.

I was searching,

desperate to be wanted,

feel in a way

that didn’t involve words

or hearts

or hard conversations,

thinking the word deserve

didn’t go both ways.

Thinking I deserved a better

I couldn’t find here

but she

did not deserve

this.

It’s like the pull of

different

was more tempting than

what I had

and if you felt

like that too

if you’ve felt like that

for half the time I’ve been alive

and buried it all in me

maybe this is a

good thing

maybe it is time

our house collapsed.