Pride. Swallow It

I never asked anyone

For anything,

This was all my own doing,

And now it’s done;

But the bells of time ring

From the local church,

Starched monuments of stone.

Look down,

There is no feeling

Just odd numbness,

Where did I go wrong?

I kissed many

And f****d a few

But I think I belong

To you.

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