Lust is a blindfold wrapped
around your regret;
as you flirt with me, these four walls
echo calls across halls, saturating
my wherewithal to jot down conversations
through enamored expressions.
My thoughts weren’t safe, so I locked
them in a chest to ignore
the reality in front of me.
You’ve confused my skin.
I’m a wolf, not a sheep.
I’m an issue, not a solution.
I’ll take the blame for being
a stolen memory in the fixture
of the love you’ve never known.

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