Promise Me

You’re going
to hurt me. You’re going
to break my heart.

The funny thing is, I’m going
to let you. I’m going

to welcome it. You’re not
forbidden. You’re not

even bad news. The love of you
won’t kill me. No one will judge us
for this. But even so, there will be
heartbreak, and it will come
from your hands or your mouth

when I least expect it. I won’t
flinch. I won’t

flinch from what you’re going
to do, so promise me you won’t,

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