The Hot & Thirsty Days

My mind has cleared up a lot.
It used to be
a dumping ground for filth,
those were the hot and thirsty days.

I’d spend my free time
lusting after past loves.
Reminders of what was,
good memories or not.
Just to soothe the loneliness.

I’d chase after them
long after our flings were over.
To entertain them,
I’d fill their heads and hearts
with tall tales of what
I thought they were missing.

In the end, I’d lose my self-respect.
I’d put my heart on the line
out of sheer stupidity.
Desperation at its finest.
Fresh pain over old wounds.