K Varf

come take my innocence
and make me wise
inject me with your black essence

dispatch the little hope
in my presence
and burn it with my dream not redeemed

drive your blade to the grains
that sliver down in my veins
to your hour glass

do it once everyday
and twice on Sundays
please if you may

for I know of no other pain like you gift
that fills me alive
with your tides and rift

race the thoughts
of my worth as I brace
for the break

and when I rip in two
make it twice on Sundays
please if you may
Written by LuizSyphre (Luiz D. Syphre)
Author's Note
The title refers to the one she cheated on me with.
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