The Best

“Perhaps it’s for the best…”

I dreaded those words,

for a whole year

I dealt with the fear

and somehow let it

eat me up.

I’ve never been one

to so foolishly love,

until he;

“perhaps it’s for the best…”

Was it?

Was it as you tore off my dress

and began to take my body

like a man possessed?

I dreaded the night,

I held the day’s close 

and still I long to know,

are you ever going to let me go?

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