i went to bed at one.
i was still wide awake at two-thirty.
he showed up at my door,
but there were no words left.
we had said them all.
after we made love,
i knew it was over.
did i really love him
or was i just addicted to the pain;
the exquisite pain of wanting someone
so unattainable?
"come to bed."
i wanted to go to him,
but i felt like i was tied to the chair.
some part of me was holding back,
knowing i had gone too far;
reached my limit.
and just like that,
i had untied myself from him.
i was free,
and there was nothing exquisite about it.
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