She has tired eyes like mine. Dark circles that just won’t hide. I’m familiar with her burden; I live just like that most of the time.
So it feels a little wrong to wrong her. Knowing I could be in her place, imagining the ways it all fell apart, wondering how to save face.
She’d come to wonder how it started. She’d trace all her steps back to there. Look me in the eye, unsuspecting. Never guess that I’d ever dare.
But the lust and want are overwhelming. The ache makes me lose my mind. I hate to hurt her, but fuck, I think I would to make you mine.
Take Two 