I don't want to be tangled again,
after hours of untangling, imprisoned
by my future, released by memories
of better times. Time spent, right or wasted.

There will never be enough. Drifting by
or speeding, ended on the same spot, held,
cracking nails and biting codes, loads of time
left, still, never ever will there be enough.

Moving on, different girl, different place,
same friends, different ways. Learning from
my past, still repeating mistakes. The stakes
were never too high, too frightened to try.

Hold me close, hold me long, intending to,
if not, leave, don't return, like these seconds.

-wasted