You ruined my perception
Of lights on the highway,
Drinks alone,
And steak dinners.
You ruined the smell
Of expensive Italian cologne,
New cars,
And escargot.
You ruined the sensation
Of fingers entwined in mine,
Car makeouts,
Opulence, and luxury.
You ruined everything,
From roads to white Subarus,
Black Chevies,
And radio music.
But I thank my lucky stars
That he restored everything
You destroyed
And I am complete again.
To the man who ruined me, and the man who fixed me up again.