Burst.
Blush.
Bail.

Battling know-better
And taking nods from memory
To feel better.
But where are you now?

Satisfaction is fleeting,
Full of delusions
Of the story of how
It's supposed to be.

It's not that.

But what would it take for you
To see,
To feel,
That?

Take what's she's given
In this ***-ridden demise
Of desire,
Of details,
Of days

You might have spent
With her
If you weren't such
A product of your
Past.