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I took you into class yesterday
I brought you into a situation or experience recently.
You clawed into my neck and didn't go away
You left a lasting and painful mark on me.
I wish that I could say that I played it off real cool
I wish I could pretend that I handled it calmly and confidently.
My heart dropped a little bit when I felt you there
I felt a sudden sadness or disappointment when I realized your presence.
Your hands were placed upon my hip and down my leg
You touched me intimately, and I had to physically remove myself from the situation.
I had to twist and tug my skin just to leave your room
I had to struggle to detach myself from you and escape the place.
I am not a fan of who I then became
I don't like the person I became in that moment.
Watching from the corner, no emotion on my face
I observed the situation with a stoic expression, hiding my true feelings.
It hurt to breathe for a little while
I experienced physical and emotional pain for a brief period.
But I don't have the time for a brand new revelation
I don't have time for a new profound realization or to dwell on past situations.
Or hours left to waste thinking over situations
I don't want to waste time thinking about things that have happened.
If I could swallow what's left of my grief, I'd be fine
If I could overcome my remaining sorrow, I would be okay.
The faces in this hallway look eerily familiar
The people around me seem strangely familiar.
And I am in the doorway just trying not to feel ya
I am present but trying to avoid feeling your presence.
Should I let them know that I son't know where I am
I'm uncertain about my location and don't want others to realize it.
Maybe I'd be less defeated if I hadn't assumed
Perhaps I would be in a better state if I hadn't assumed that moving on meant leaving you behind.
That my old life being over included you
I don't want to reach a certain age and still feel discomfort at the thought of you.
I don't want to get to thirty and still cringe at your name
I don't want my thirties to be marred by discomfort associated with your name.
I don't want to get to twenty and still cringe at your name
I don't want to carry discomfort related to your name into my twenties.
Are we headed that way
Am I heading towards a future where this discomfort continues?
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