Cruel Intentions

He took something

I could only give away once.

And when he had it,

he didn’t want me anymore.

3 a.m. in a church parking lot,

waiting for an hour

that would make sense

to go home.

I remember how good it felt-

to be in my own bed.

“He told me he loved me,

and I believed him.”

I wish I could undo what I did.

I hope I wake up and find what I lost.

I pray I only ever lie next to the truth.