You've been straying your kisses
on the wrong lips
while alone I loved you
more than the sum of them all.
In my bed, you say
you sinned too much, and
you'd like to return, to
the monsters that walked over your red heart.
And your shape cannot return to them
Though they worshiped your nude skin,
My unfolded skinny arms
A long time ago.
To others
today, your heart will only stare
only for them to feel your painted form,
in madness, I'll someday do the same to you.
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