Oh, damn your love, and damn your touch, and damn your pretty eyes, and damn the love I feel so much, and damn our sweet white lies... but twist the knife into my soul, and make me bleed again, and let your loving take its toll. I'll want it, even then.
Reason for writing:
I only write when I am in pain, and this period of time (1985-1986)
was one of the most painful periods of time in my life. I had fallen
in love with a very happily married man, and we were having an affair,
but he made sure I knew he would never leave his wife to be with me.
This poem was born out of that relationship.
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