I regret you more than the 21 year old I kissed
and the six cups of coffee I had before bed

I regret you more than the cut on my hand
and the color of my hair

You were another one of my desperate attempts of wanting to feel
something

but now I would rather go back to feeling nothing at all

So go ahead.
One more time.
Whisper sweet nothings into my ear ;
and tell me how badly you want me.
Wrap your arms around me again
and look at me with lust,
while I look at you with feelings.
I was your temporary affection,
but you were my permanent affliction.