Losing a Part

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I lose a part of me,
When someone I love leaves –
It does not matter
Who controls whom or who deceives.

I lose a part of me,
For it feels like I am broken inside –
I feel no shame to say so,
For I am not the one to run and hide.

My loss becomes public:
Everyone can see this heart on my sleeve –
And though I lose parts of me,
I’m never the one who chooses to leave.

Guilt-free-ly

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Now I have none I need confess to:
The sex being done is guilt-free.
Though you have never been lied to,
I could never be completely me.

Your face loomed in the past and it still does;
But, now that my heart and faith lie broken,
There’s really not much left on for fuss,
I’m sure every word has been spoken.

You can fuck as much as you wish now;
Maybe differences will make you see
All of life, post moving on from each vow,
Can not replace the love you got from me.

Both

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I’m back to my side of the bed,
Alone and bereft of touch;
I might as well be dead;
I haven’t even deserved this much.

I’m on one side and sleepless,
For now I am aware of my desire;
I am caving inward, into a mess
Of promises, made by a liar.