Soul Accessory

You saw me writing one night while I thought you were sleeping.
I dove into templates deeply.
My brain was on fire.
I counted the day backwards..
The days before you'd leave me.
I planned for a day, but my plan was misleading;
I was disorganized and rushing so I deceived me, once again.
I saw you here since day one.
U walked in beaming violently,
We offered you therapy and a place to sleep.
Over your head hung violet orbs.
You pleasured me sexually.
I showed you the best of me,
You became an accessory to my soul..

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