It was a disaster.
It wasn't on fire anymore.
And it was an amazing thing
Taken for granted.
He was perfect.
Women flocked to him.
I was never as good as him,
But he actually wasn't either.
There was a mean streak,
An instinct for the jugular in him.
He could burn your throat like vodka.
What can you do?
And he was whole
And he was so beautiful.
He had actually changed my life.
It was so unsafe, but he did it anyway.
I hoped he would forgive me.
