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[invisiblepoetry]

I am tired of flirting
Pretending that
There is nothing felt
More than friends
And resisting
To holding
Or kissing
Your lips
Or soul

I regret only
The fact
I could never
Be anything more
Towards
What it is
You seek

So I lay down my swords
Fold my cards
And retreat into
"How do you do"'s

Strike me quickly
With the machete
Of your tongue
And if possible
After ages
When all is said and done
Forgive me
For these sins