The "Gift"

It's a gift, It's a curse

It won't go away

It knaws at my conscience,

An ebbing pain. 

Why weren't we more careful?

Why weren't you honest?

You were my first, you promised.

But now I am stuck, 

It won't go away, there exists no cure.

Thanks for the empty promises.

To keep to myself or curse someone again?

How can I live with this fate, I won't let it win. 

Be cautious they say, careful I am in fact, 

To avoid sharing the same fate I exercise tact. 

So thank you for the burden, it is now mine to bare,

But when I find the right one; 

I hope they won't care. 

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