She tore apart the parts of me
I always thought would always be
constant - constantly calling me
on the bullshit I would toss about
so easily to other women -
what the fuck did I know
about love or loving?
Now I belong to one woman
and I never thought I could be owned,
let alone loved or wanted -
hell, she says she needs me and
that will scare me always
(but never as much as the thought
that I might not be there when
it all falls apart - it always does).
I'm the scoundrel, bounder, cad -
I can't do this, but
I have to - I have to
hold her close and say things
I never thought I'd mean.
Life is like this, isn't it?
Bronze trophy winner
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