You Were Just Having Sex

As you captured your malicious tape

Scraping to grasp my impossible escape

Blood squirts out of a squished grape

You put me through that tortuous pain

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You may excuse that internal bruise

Because no one could see the covert clues

Where you pushed me to be of your use

And then bombarded me with your harm

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I was never that vicious traitor

The aggressor was the instigator

Waiting for me to fail my head in water

(Don’t worry I’ll delete that later)

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You pointed blamed it was all my fault

Not prepared to perceive your somersault

I was the villain all based on default

When astute, no one cared about the attack

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But I was not.