You were incandescent, illuminating,
whether you smiled or frowned.
Colors were bolder, sounds were louder,
flavors were stronger with you around.
I would have given up life in the sun
for you; I would have made the bet
That you wouldn't burn me, that you
wouldn't blind me, that you wouldn't even set.
Like all gamblers, I decided what I
deserved, and that's what I got.
Like you always do, you left me to
wilt, left me laughing, left me to rot.
So many years later, I don't even want
to know why I believed you,
But I think I could learn something if
I knew the reasons I wanted to.
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