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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