i think i am finally starting to feel shame in that night.
we are not okay.
and it is because of that night.
maybe i am starting to realize,
it really is best to put it behind us.
a part of me still wants to do it again,
but
i am learning that
that night was not acceptable.
what was done, was done out of lust.
what i longed for to be out of love,
simply was not.
what i thought was amazing,
simply just could not be.
it still leaves me wondering,
did you do everything out of drunken but real love,
or did it mean absolutely nothing to you?
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
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