i knew it was a mistake from the second i looked over.
wished instantly that i could go back in time three seconds.
fix something that i promised myself i’d stop doing.

even when i’m not trying!
i still half wonder.
this is getting very old.

it’s a ghost hunt, every damn night.
nothing compares to that first sunrise, still so spun.
how everything you said sounded so good, like you had a team of writers.
“how can we make this guy keep coming back?”
they do a really solid job, i mean it!

at the station, 
i have to stop and stare at your hips as they sashay
up 
the
stairs

i sound like an idiot asking
“are you serious?”