At least I warmed your feet.
At least you've sipped my tea.
At least you were sincere.
At least you've made yourself clear.
"Lacking self-love", he cried.
Accepting crumbs.
Only to feel belonging,
only to be alive.
I've stabbilished statutes,
for future relationships.
I won't allow podiums.
I won't be a runner up.
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