It’s not like I didn’t know.
They all think I’m naïve.
The painful year of wet eyes and bruised hearts
was going to evaporate into the summer.
We were supposed to be intertwined on that mattress.
We were supposed to run away and be happy in secret.
When you wear something around your finger
You’re supposed to mean it.
It’s not like I didn’t know
Every
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