The Baby Cries in Black and White (journal + poetry)

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I don't care
That I was drinking
That I told you I was vulnerable
Then you told me I was beautiful
Besides you had been on my mind for ages
I don't care
That you told me that was done
That I felt scared when I realized it wasn't
It was too late
Then I distanced myself, I cracked
And I caused pain
To bloom from someone else's heart
I don't care if every cell in my body feels sorry
If I am drunk with guilt
I deserve the pain
And she does not