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 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, I’d get
a kick out of them longing for my presence
though they were with someone else.

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,
adding fresh pain over old wounds.