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