Valentine
Here I am, desperately grasping at memories
Wondering where the spark went
There was a fire that burned steadily between us
But I fear that I put that flame out on my own,
Maybe a long time ago
And I am sorry that in my own self-destruction
I destroyed the only true love I have ever known
I am sorry that I felt too much too soon
That my own fire burned out too quickly
I am sorry that I feel incapable of feeling anymore
But more than anything
I am sorry that I fell out of love
Just as quickly as I fell in it.
-r.e.
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