I should have never met you,
Never let myself go.
Never let you in my head.
Let you in my bed.
I should have left you at arm’s length,
Left you out in the cold.
Left you turn your back and leave.
Untouched. Bereaved.
Now, forever, your eyes still stare.
You are always there.
You are always in my head.
But no longer in my bed.
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