I lied when I said forever,

although I meant it at the Time,

and every Time I said it.

I could not have meant it more,

and the leaves feel and died

and so did we, baby,

and we had no chance.

A voracious appetite for sex

and never-ending lust for the new

led us to new, but no greener, pastures,

if anything we constantly downgraded.

We dragged along our crosses,

totems to one another’s failures

that we were unwilling to help solve,

and instead decorated the walls with.

I remember your totems and idols and

somewhere along the way the love became sadness

but never regret or a Third Chance.

I’m not even sure I gave you any chances,

or if I gave you too many of them,

because it all blends together in a big mess

of hatred, deceit and misery.

There were good times,

oh, so many good times,

and the cheap smiles we would pay fortunes for now,

had all deserted us, unwilling to be bought.

You were brown, and blonde and red,

but I missed that one,

and I don’t miss you.