broken
Maybe this time tomorrow, hopeless to help myself,
I'm gonna cheat on you with one... or with another, —
cool off, you're not my first with a heart ripped, and
guilt, it isn't yours but mine, having much love to give
⋯
Maybe this time tomorrow, I'm gonna cheat on you
but what's the tonic now is the four-day creep, we're in,
when I am yours at infinite, and you are mine, total;
total in love, romantic incurable, hellishly passional
⋯
Maybe this time tomorrow, when some incertitudes
will look for you, another's arms will cuddle you and
with appealing lips will kiss you, while you will think
to let a note, – (I'll cheat on you... It's not your fault...)
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(narrates with broken hearts, a mistress, and a dude)