I have done it again—
Ruined my morning by trusting my instincts.
Do you know how to read between the lines as well as I?

Are you aware of your crimes?
"An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth."
Perhaps I should be as guilty as you.

Is it against our nature to be satisfied with singularity?
I do not have the urge to seek others' warm skin nor embrace.
I believe we have different values and fates.

I woke you up by screaming and
berating you for your infidelity. 
My face was tense with agony.

You became Hester Prynne by 
wearing cut shirts with "CHEATER" written all over them.
I made sure to tell the world of your "mistakes" in multiple ways.

People picked sides.
Some believed your lies while most offered their shoulder to me.
I accepted my losses and expressed gratitude to those who stayed.

It is, "'He said [...] She said,'" but
I still remember their names.
I still remember what her voice sounds like at 2 A.M.

You are guilty and expressed that with
a scrunch of the face and a single teardrop.
You are ugly when you try to make yourself cry.

There is a death penalty for relationships (with me).
Once we break up, you are dead to me.

You are dead to me.

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