act of love

no love for myself,
only vicious, stupid lust,
meeting myself in strange places and
hoping my wife doesn’t find me like this.

there is no love for myself
only the tearing of clothes,
the false promise of satisfaction and
a deep hunger for more.

there is no love for myself
and this story does not end well,
I refuse to learn any lessons from this,
I burn the wounds shut before they heal.

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