Two times in four years
We allowed ourselves to be wild.
We found a dark room and four years later
a backseat in an even
Darker vehicle.
The second time was the best
Because I felt twice as bad by the end
But twice as satisfied.
I fell in lust for one hot week
And because of this,
The only fault is my own.
But it still hurts
Worse than losing someone that I
Have l loved every day forever
When I think of your red hair spilling like wine
In some bed
With someone else.
At least you let me have a taste.
I guess I should be grateful.