On-the-go poetry entry #2

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Should

I shouldn't want you

I shouldn't have gave you my all
I shouldn't have let my guard down
I shouldn't have soaked you in

It shouldn't have gotten here
It shouldn't have clouded my judgement
It shouldn't have progressed so quickly

You shouldn't have entertained the idea
You shouldn't have shown me attention
You shouldn't have loved me back

It should be broken off
It should be at its end
It should be easy

But

I do


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