i hope to impress, undress, digress

Some part of me,
deep down, begs you to drink in.

To let your urges,
and nostalgia, submerge you

in the embrace
of his tenderness. I couldn’t

blame him for 
what I know he wants from you.

He’ll conspire
to inspire course revenge.

I wouldn’t hate
you, I’d just call it what it is:

a wash. 

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