Each new act only amplified the Mutually assured destruction.
Now I’m left alone to pick up the pieces.
Some may call it “getting over it”
Yet we both know it’s simply damage control

It came as a shock... all of it. The long conversation, the passionate kiss, the weeks succeeding. A whirlwind romance ridden with secrecy and shame. I found comfort in your words and feared the prospective ones of others. Our last moments, perhaps the sweetest of them all were conversational, flirtatious, endearing, and romantic. Our last kiss a perfect harmony of strong passion, and slow bliss. Perhaps if I had known what the next hours woul bring I would have pulled my head back down to your chest. I would’ve let your lips linger a moment longer on my own. It is in hindsight that I find the most sadness, but also the most joy.