Little lover, Little boy

 

Little lover, Little boy

Didn’t you think that when you ran away

I might not miss you?

 

Who did you leave behind truly?

You think you’d broken me

Brought shame on me

Made me a mockery

 

Little lover, Little boy

You thought the stress might kill me

You overestimated my care

 

So stop angling that knife

Aiming for where it might hurt me most

I was already prepared

And so much less naïve

 

Little lover, Little boy

I’m sure this upsets you

But I fail to see how that affects me

 

The End

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