I still do not think I chose badly
maybe unwisely...with passion.
Some would probably say it was
wrong to love you...
joining our roots together.
I was quick to learn your moods
as changeable as the weather...
I only doubt my own worthiness,
painting myself into a corner,
circled by mirrors
to watch my downfall...
my talents didn't touch you,
and neither did I...
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