Fucked up.
Fuck me she said in the beginning,
Fuck me for hurting you so.
Fuck me for actually doing it.
And fuck me because I didn't know.
Fucking her was far too much pleasure
Fucking me became far too much pain.
Fuck her because I wanted her badly.
And fuck me because I'd do it again.
Fuck her for the thoughts that still linger
Fuck me because I allow them to be.
Fuck thoughts of the pleasures remembered.
And fuck me because I just couldn't see.
Fuck me sometime in the future?
Fuck me that I'd consider the thought.
Then fuck me that I've got it together.
No...no fuck you, I will certainly not.
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