Innocent Intents
Anxiety
Makes your stomach tense
When you realize you can’t do anything
You feel like a rubber band ready to snap
The heartache you can take
Until you face him
Tell him he made you
Feel worshiped with his passionate touch
Yet futile from his lies
You pray that your heart can endure the agony
That stops your breath from passing through your already frigid lungs
The only thing you want to ask is
Why were you
Absorbed by his fabricated compassion?
You were taken away from the truth
Engulfed with what started as guiltless pleasure
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