By A.N. Flores

You come back home and my resolve is weakened...
a betrayal of the worst kind...
the betrayal of I.

Your thumbs brush my treacherous tears.
Your whispers kiss my treacherous ears.
Your lips cover my treacherous sighs.
Your hands caress my treacherous body.
Your limbs embrace my treacherous limbs.
My mind makes excuses for my treacherous heart.

You leave once more... after my resolve is broken...
after a betrayal of the worst kind...
after the betrayal of I.

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