You tumbled off my lips like deviant fruit
I Eve'd your existence
Relinquishing you to a clueless Adam
To do with you what he pleased
He willfully accepted
Offering me his imitation of you
I should have God-ggled it first
With one brief glance at the images
I would have realized this was nothing like1st Corinthians
You were not mature enough to be on your own
More than that
You were not mine to give away
You became a casualty of my casualness
Carelessly I reconfigured your existence as a synonym for short term lust
I am so sorry
Love
How dare I play with your emotion?
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