Whirlwind romances only mean subsequent tepidity
No flames, no anxious vomiting
A disservice to beautiful women who deserve to be worshiped,
Adored as goddesses,
Instead relegated to convenient fucks and Netflix nights
Lies will be drawn,
“She’s just not the one”
But I’m the culprit
A coward, a fool,
And I am sorry

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