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Speechless

The first thing out of your mouth was that we needed to talk.
I knew it had to be bad because I got weaker
as I walked.

Sitting down I went over every possible
scenario and situation. I looked to you for
answers as I begin to lose patience.

You start off about how you have so much
love for me and our relationship. I knew
the part that was weighing on your heart
was about to come because you started to
bite your lip.

I tried to brace myself for whatever it was
you had to say. But never would I have guessed
you were going to confess to being gay.

Shocked and discombobulated I stared in disbelief.
I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or sock you in
your teeth.

Then I realized everything we worked for was a lie.
I felt hurt and betrayed and all I wanted to do
was die.

You looked at me as if to say you're sorry.
I thought about it and then I began to worry.

Have you slept with anyone outside of our
relationship? I am so confused and beyond
consolable because this is a trip.

Did you use protection, shit now I have to
get checked for any type of STD. Tell me something,
while you were laid up with that other man did
you ever think of how hurt I would be?

Please don't tell me no lies with your selfish ass!
You might want to back up because I'm ready to
fuck up everything in my path!

You have that look that says there's more. Damn
the room is spinning and I feel as though I just might
hit the floor.

Wait hold up, did you just say you got caught by my
mother? And that you were caught in the act getting
fucked by my brother?


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