Another sleepless night.
She was here again.
I didn't want her to stay but she didn't leave.
I didn't turn her away but I wanted to.
I didn't want her in my bed again but she desired to be there.
I didn't lie about the others but she stayed anyway.
(Honesty fails me again.)
I didn't love her but I was with her.
And, when she left, I was hollow again.
I do not miss her.
Sex isn't the start nor end of anything.
It's not love. It's not love.
Sex isn't love, slow to learn.
Now the trap is sprung and I feel hollow again.
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