Everything was always
In reverse with you
as you took all reason
and threw it away
I regret my ignorance every day.
But despite it all
here I am
listening to what memories of your presance tells me rather than my intuition
And even as I write this
Your hypnotic charm blurs my regret from miles away
And suddenly who I am is not as important as you.
Sometimes you like the idea of a person,
More than you ever liked them.