One mistake times three
Equals a vicious habit
I’ve come to deal with your high standards
Darling, this song is my disease
Tell me just how melodramatic second best can be
And when five AM comes rolling around
It’ll be easier to lie
I can’t believe I settled for less
Shall we call it quits?
Remember me to shut up
Next time I’m about to say something stupid like “I’ll never leave your side”
As hopeful as I can get
I wonder if she ever made you feel used…?

June 2006
Categories: My poetry | Leave a comment

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