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You Were Just There

Last night,
I played with fire,
this morning,
I woke up, drowning.
It’s just the way of the world, my love,
one day you’re an empress, the next you are empty,
but last night, you said you loved me,
and I ruled the world as a ghost for a moment,
crown, trembling atop my tresses as you undressed me with nervous, nimble fingers.
I could say “no” but what good would it do?
We both know the way that I want it,
and we both know that you don’t care,
and, perhaps it’s my problem, for playing along as you preyed on my loneliness and lassitude.
I just wanted to be held until the world let me go,
and you were just there.

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