Precious
Those years you had shared
The moments
and pleasures
was not worth enough
all shattered by one truth.
It wasn't fair,
It isn't fair
And never will be so.
Your fear got the best of you,
Got the best of what you two had,
for all I know, got the best of us as well.
What difference does it make?
Would he attempt something he didn't
before you knew?
before he told you?
Would it have hurt you
to treat him
as you used to?
It wasn't fair,
It isn't fair
And never will be so.
Though I barely knew him
When I found out the same
I considered him too precious
to make him go away....
Accepting him...
Holding onto him...
respectful and loving...
My precious.
Turning away from your act in disgust.














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