holding my hand,
you sound bitter and cynical,
exhausted by it all.
and i say.
maybe. just maybe i am.
but i've found that all women
cheat, all women lie.
all women pretend to be
someone who they aren't.
it's a game with them.
let them in and they'll
break your heart.
but not me she says.
stroking my arm,
i'm not like that. i promise
you, you'll see. i'm different
from the others.
despite my past,
and every thing you know
about me,
i'm really good inside.
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