Woe be your fate to have taught me women lie well,
Even to themselves, you who claimed to have loved me.
My innocence I gave you, freely, without conditions,
My love you stole like a robber in the night.
You took advantage of my loneliness,
Raped my soul with deceit,
Just as someone had to you previously,
A monstrous projection of trauma.
The only good that came of it
Was you taught me to be cautious of the lusty,
Who will say the sweetest things to capture my heart,
Ironically something you suspected me of doing,
So that once the decision came
To choose a good woman over a bad one,
I followed my conscience instead of my impulse.
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