i married him twice
“a good man”
the kind that promised to
love, honor, and cherish me
for as long as we both shall live
and meant it-
both times..
i married him twice
the same man
two very different bodies
two very different places in time
but essentially,, the same man
and i have no idea
why i did it either time
i married him twice
both times knowing
no amount of
“but,, he’s good to me…”
would ever become love,,,
or bring me any closer
to loving myself…
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