2.55am

If I could go back to before we started, I would. I’d let go of it all. I regret us. Every kiss, I want to be untouched again. Take me back, oh father time.

Every night in the car, every heated argument, every hug, every word heard and said, every look, every feeling jumping out of our skins and seeping into one another, every I-miss-you, every sadness, every laughter, every single time spent waiting, every goodnight and good morning, every 8 letter phrase, sighhhh.

At least I don’t have more to regret, and for that I will always be thankful to my bestie V.

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Aside

Weak; a poem dedicated to my dear

weak

/wēk/

adjective

liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged.


I’m a little weak when it comes to you, it’s true

The shape of you, the taste of you, it’s hard to resist

I know I’ve said I can live without you, but it’s a bluff;

A fake out

If I start, I may not stop, I’m a bad liar

I’m trying not to think about you

I’m trying not to give up my resolution

Still thinking about it all, caught up in your texture

The hot weather doesn’t help

Just a little indulgence

I had you today, dark

Oh babeh 🍫