and living in nightmares,
when my name was drawn
and you were called to own me.
I have been gifted to many
unlucky men, good men, kind men,
who held me in ways
always well-justified
on solid ground
with sound judgment
they knew best:
what they wanted
and what they needed
from me,
so I gave,
and I gave,
and I gave.
and I gave.
The gift-giver's dilemma:
A true gift is given
without concern
where it goes,
how it lives,
who she is,
when she cries,
how she dies,
oh, the nights you didn't want her
on the nights she needed you.
on the nights she needed you.
Blame me
for making you love me,
you loved me in ways
you knew best.
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