​Watercolors

Our watercolors bled

Onto your dorm carpet.

It’s a mess that we made,

And, no, it couldn’t be erased.

We were entangled.

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I’m poking at the past.

No doubt it will poke back.

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A youthful endeavor,

Never caught dead in bloom,

And if it makes you feel better,

I merely wince at the thought of you.

Maybe that’s awful.

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I’m poking at the past.

No doubt it will poke back.

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It’s been nearly six orbits

That we’ve had around the sun,

And just trust me I’ve noticed

That we only shared a month.

It still packed a punch.

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Now, all that unrequited nostalgia

Has morphed into two regrets:

How I lost a life that I dreamt of,

And how I hurt my friend.

She was undeserving.

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I’m poking at the past.

No doubt it will poke back.