by Crying Over Spilled Milk

You drew the line

And I should have been satisfied

That you remained by my side

But I was greedy.

Your warmth, your lips, your hands in mine –

But none of it was mine.

I wanted it all

And so, I was blinded.

For the little things you couldn’t give me,

I missed everything we had.

The things we used to talk about,

The things I wanted to share with you,

Are now just conversations in my head.

But I can never recreate you;

The you who treated me with care,

With genuine concern;

I could not replicate the love you had for me

Because I had never loved myself the same way.

All I knew was an overflowing love that became toxic waste

Because I was greedy.

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23X, young and naïve with a bottle of emotions.