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It's All Your Fault
And it's Jesus' fault too.
He set me up.
Got sick of me being a female Morrissey
full of (fake) apathy
and emotional nihilism
to the point of
not.
ever.
seeing.
you.
coming.
Happy now?
Both of you---Jesus and you.
Succeeded in blindsiding me with
possibilities
and thoughts, I'd locked away
and the flush that swells up in me
when you call me "Babe".
Now I have to exercise out, the bump of fat
that filled in the spot
where my uterus was
so I don't
look a little pregnant
with the baby I can't ever give you
but wish with all my not-so-cynical-anymore,
heart,
that I could.
I tried not to love.
Tried real hard.
Failed real hard.
Fell real hard,
enough to wash away all the past hurts
with the tears I should have cried
many times
to.
just.
let.
the.
past.
go.
I want to wear a pretty dress
whenever the opening credits roll
announcing the future
while we run, laughing on a beach
any beach
and you'll bring your guitar
and we'll make up songs as we go
and my dress will be purple
to match the veins in my ankles.
It's all your fault
that I fell in love with you.
He set me up.
Got sick of me being a female Morrissey
full of (fake) apathy
and emotional nihilism
to the point of
not.
ever.
seeing.
you.
coming.
Happy now?
Both of you---Jesus and you.
Succeeded in blindsiding me with
possibilities
and thoughts, I'd locked away
and the flush that swells up in me
when you call me "Babe".
Now I have to exercise out, the bump of fat
that filled in the spot
where my uterus was
so I don't
look a little pregnant
with the baby I can't ever give you
but wish with all my not-so-cynical-anymore,
heart,
that I could.
I tried not to love.
Tried real hard.
Failed real hard.
Fell real hard,
enough to wash away all the past hurts
with the tears I should have cried
many times
to.
just.
let.
the.
past.
go.
I want to wear a pretty dress
whenever the opening credits roll
announcing the future
while we run, laughing on a beach
any beach
and you'll bring your guitar
and we'll make up songs as we go
and my dress will be purple
to match the veins in my ankles.
It's all your fault
that I fell in love with you.
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