I stopped typing.
Looked up from the keyboard
Melted into eyes of bewilderment
Brimming pain and betrayal
Too late then to set it aside
Impossible to take you in my arms
Oh God stop this story from being written
Say I didn't mean it. Delete. Recall.
I stopped typing.
Looked up from the keyboard
And felt like I had kissed Christ on the cheek
When I should have been fucking him
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