We could never get it together.

I bet you blame me,

Because I do too.

I die inside, when I want to reach out

To you.

So much good. So much fun.

Your memory, I will never run from.

Your requests of me, I will hear…

And never shun.

My heart whispers harshly,

“What are you doing? Are you awake?”

Nope, Nope. I’m passed out

And a cold sweat dresses my lips.

Love withers,

As it clings to the edges

Of my rusted regret.

But there is no love

Where there’s no basic respect.

And that’s the one flavor of yours

I’ve not tasted yet.