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Raquie Nov 2017
Regret
What a horrid state
For you could have prevented it
If only
You had listened to your knowing

If only you believed your eyes
When his hand slipped up her leg
As she braided the beautiful locks on his head

If only I had listened to the feeling of jealousy when it first started to grow.

Had I not blamed it on 'these hoes'
Then I would know,
It takes two to tango.

Sick of blaming my mistakes on my youth.
Something's are inevitable but I'll always grit through

You gave me a sun
But I shall move in grace
With or with out you
Your growth I shall not await

Now don't be so quick to call me this or that,
for I am not bitter nor spiteful

I'm far beyond that.
I've forgiven like the most high.
You did some treacherous things to me but I made my bed to lie
& invited you, for one more dance.

Here's your last chance
You've failed again
I crave your gaze, you give me a glance
I crave your touch, you trace my arch with your hands

Hip to hip
Dip down
Den dip
I granted you access
& dismissed you
Disappointed

*** appeal so high
But performance so weak
Like your energy.....

& you call yourself a king.
Check mate.
Freewrite twds Healing

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