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You
I don't feel holy when you hold me
happy when I'm choked
cared for when you see me
or heard when last I spoke
I don't feel needed when you want me satisfied or thrilled
gorged on when I gown up
with broken cup I'm filled
you do not bring me pleasure
the satisfied
the rain
you only being me expectation
emptiness and pain
if that's not in your planner
the calendar unwed
then I will find another one
to lie to next in bed
you seek one that has never been
a wedding left in tears
the bridegroom left to search me out
to footprints disappeared
you never brought me peace of mind
that I was all you needed
if by being wooed I left in shambles
then in sinking I succeeded