unfortunate truth

I liked it better when you were simple

When our history was made up of

Childish flirting and sexual yearning

 

Who was the one who made it sore to the touch?

 

Was it you, your lack of passion and

Thoughtless comments

Or me, who naively thought you

Could fix all my problems

 

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