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I Will Not Always Love You


I will not always love you.

This isn’t a Whitney Houston song.


I don’t wish you well.

Your careful escape taught me not to.


I won’t find someone like you.

Your trauma is singular and distinct.


I won’t feel better tomorrow.

It often takes another week to normalcy.


I won’t blame myself.

You are part of a great circle of disappointments,

the kind that leech like wildlife.


I am still worthy of love,

though it will never ever be at the

altar of your bad religion.

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