I'm sorry.
I know it
doesn't really
matter anymore,
though.
you're kissing
other mouths,
tracing other
hips - and I
only have myself
to blame.

I took too long
to unbury that
love for you I
thought I'd lost.
I found it in
mouths I
shouldn't have
tasted.

the only
difference is
I found my
way back to
you, and you
made sure to
destroy every
route home.