I want you to well up with disappointment.
I want it to fester in your heart like cow shit under a scorching day.
I want it to linger in your being until you start to taste it.
That bitter, piss-stained taste of regret.
Of knowing perfection could have been by your reach.
But instead, you had me.

–Β “Unfortunately, For You”

LL.

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