Callous

This isn't true, except for when it is…
I’ve wanted it since I’ve know what it was.

You gave it to him
then took it back...

You let me see it

You gave it back to him
and again took it back.

I don't want it any more...

Tainted, stained.

Yet alluring still.

But no
I don't want it.
Take it away
and relieve me from this
indecision.

By steve fluck
Published: 6/21/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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