I'm standing naked
with all my treasures laid out before you
Loving, Honest, Trusting
I reach out to you gently
You approach slowly, smiling
You draw your dagger and drive it into my soul
Then you hug me and walk away
My pained expression unnoticed
I tend to my wound and forgive you,
so that you may do it again tomorrow.
The Surrender
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