Last night...
Last night was not a good idea.
Someone once told me not to have one-night stands
because even though it may be beautiful and seem pleasurable
you hate yourself the morning after and regret it
And I didn't understand.
I didn't understand, then.
I understand, now.
retrace your reasons
remember the beauty the deceit the beauty such resemblance to one you truly did love
sigh at a mistake that cannot, now, be fixed,
it can only be let go of and
eventually
heal
It must be just like wearing ill-fitting shoes, isn't it?
My poor dear metatarsals, I am sorry.
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