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It wasn't right.
I'm so sorry.

His lips arms felt secure.
His body warm and loving.
He held me close.
Was it wrong? Was it?
Because I knew it wasn't right.

Was it wrong to run
To the one who held me
When I needed comforting
Rather than he who left me,
Cold, unloved, and invisible?

Though I was ignored
The guilt consumes me.
Everything felt right.
But I KNEW it couldn't be.
Was it?

I can't face him.
He's always been jealous.
He would become angry again.
He would lose patience.
He may never love me again.

Some say he never did love me.
Some say he was rotten,
Abusive, cruel, and malevolent.
I've never wanted more than to be loved,
Wanted, special, close to anyone.

I know this is wrong but
I will stay with the man
That made me feel that way
For that one special night in his arms.
I will stop running back to the man
That cares nothing of me.

Some may say it wrong
But it is nothing but right.

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