You gave me up like you give up
chocolate and mystery novels.
I wish I was chocolate because
then I would be sweet and fattening
and would be granted a reason
to be given up. I wish I was a mystery
novel because then I would be mysterious
and not trust worthy. And betrayal would fit
into the story. Instead, I am shifted away
with the masses of those who don't deserve
you, while I - I don't deserve this.
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