i choose to
no longer give my body
to someone who has
such little respect
for my personhood
no more late nights
even though
i’ve never climaxed
this hard
before letting you
between my legs
no more locking eyes
you’ll never tell me
to look and
keep looking
into your soul
ever again
no more manipulation
you don’t get to say sorry
and not stop the behavior
it’s abusive and intrusive
signs of a weak man
with an even weaker heart
no more pondering
what getting to know
you would have felt like
your unsightly interior
eclipses my attraction to you
our story is over
a sight for sore eyes
pierced the heart
the blood drained out
emptying me of
all the hope i had for
you, goodnight
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