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Tell me something I don’t know

Or, was it something I forgot? 

With your hands around her waist,

I fear it might be worth the cost 

Of subtly forgetting 

The way the distance tastes

The acrid smell of bitter betrayal 

Realization, there’s a snake

That slithered through my psyche 

Through the hollows of my mind 

And worked its way inside my brain 

Where it surly tried to hide 

Now it feeds me shadows 

Glimmers of a past 

That might just come to take me 

If I can’t make this moment last 

And recognize the reason 

His hands aren’t around my waist 

The bitter taste of treason 

Or was it my mistake?