I cannot see you in the same way

I feel nauseous looking at your face

emotions wash over my like huge waves

what you have done is too grave

I want to hit, spit, love and hug you

You are desperate for me to get through

You want me to hurry and bury the dirt

to dismiss and cut short how much it hurts

but it is not your decision to try and rush

It was not me who got consumed by lust