At the Park

you asked me if
i was a metaphor
for loss of innocence
sitting on the swing set
and chain-smoking but
you were the one who
took it all away
kneeling on your floor
my throat full of sin
praying through the tears
please God forgive me
forgive me forgive me
if i’m worth it
protect me i’m sorry
for whatever i did
if i am worth it
if i am worth it
i wasn’t

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