You said you love brown eyes staring
and dreaming about the night
I said I love sleeping and listening
to your voice, speaking of what’s right.
As romantic as that sounds
cigarettes and sweet whispers aren’t enough.
That other boy’s eye caught mine as I looked around.
I’d never cheat, but damn is he buff.
Guilt slid its harness over my chest
and strapped itself in so hard I couldn’t breathe
Now I’m never sure what’s best
and I’m afraid it may be time to leave.
I choke because I want us to last.
Remember photos from summer days past?
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