I didn't mean it--
a sweet, lilting lie
of a not-quite-promise,
nothing to call our own,
just a gentle, silent knowledge
that you were mine,
without the painful
claustrophobic strings
and locked doors.
It was true--
that I'm happy you found
someone to fill your bed
(and only yours).
But somehow, beneath the smile,
I am bitter, and fragile, and sore,
abandoned, all because
I won't make vows
I know I can't keep.
And I don't regret
not giving you comfortable words
worth nothing;
I kept my honor,
though it broke my heart...
but you will be missed.
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