B

Rereading through our conversations,
I regret
Every truth I could've said
And every lie I ever fed.

It seems I wasn't me.
We were just a well written sitcom,
of a Lothario who can't love,
And a girl who was sent from above.

But I'm glad,
Things are in the open,
The stains of a love affair,
gone wrong still linger in dreams and nightmares.

And I do care.
Yes,
Care about you,
A lot I do.

But not enough,
To dare,
To ever love you,
So I bid us adieu.