Oh, how my heart yearned for you.
You were so broken,
So damaged.
I could not resist.
It didn’t matter that you had
your entanglements.
It didn’t matter
that your liver was shot
and you couldn’t stay on the wagon.
It didn’t matter
that you were old enough
to be my father,
and sometimes acted like it.
It didn’t matter
that you were 13th -stepping me
and everyone fucking knew it.
You even got called out on it.
It didn’t even matter
that you didn’t really want me.
That ultimately
you were just
playing a game.
I burned for you.
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