we began as lovers
then became friends
as you cared for my mornings
after my nights.
i was no longer your affair
but an evening into flight and fancy.
it seemed so damn easy,
until you decided
you no longer desired my flesh/my scent in your hair
or aura flowering your soul
as it grew wildly in your presence.
you didn't need me to satisfy your hunger
yet begged i soothe your wounds/as your comrade.
love can be so blinding
because i'm here/i stayed
and do so...
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