It was a stabbing by sugar hands
that handled all my insecurities
& the mixed up twist;
the vex of sexuality coming to a head
in California beds
where I couldn't hold you in faith
now I think about it
if I really wanted it,
I would have felt differently
But I wasn't brave
I wanted you but not the fight so in a sad way
I'm glad you weren't mine
I didn't deserve you
I'm not sure if I would ever deserve you
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