Our battles
are repetitious
Like broken poetry
& maybe that's the attraction
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see?
So I'll just write this down,
with hopes that you'll understand:
I will no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you'll know that
I will no longer apologize
for your former lover's mistakes.
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