Just a Spring Fling. Or. Was it Summer?

I love you expired after a few weeks
Toxic honesty exposes the rot 
The imagination creates 

I’m still bothered by the fact
I never got to hold your hand 

We did everything else

Posed before illusions of grandeur 
But they seemed small back then

A composition of moments
Building to something bigger 

But the tiny moments 
Left a desire for more 

I understand your need 
For seclusion. 

I have to live with myself
I get it
I do

You said:
“We’re both addicts.”

I’ve kicked dope, babe
This ain’t no withdrawal 
I’m dealing with…

Regret is the summation 
Of truth and longing 
And knowing 
That I’m the one
Who fucked it up

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