I Need To Stop This, No Distractions Close Enough.

Too many messy men
Were always tearing at you.
Your writhing limbs and eyes
And especially your mouth
Screaming for me to save you.

And when I did, it had
Already ended before it began.

We were both psychic that day;
But the haze of (fuck I’ll say it) love
Covered that all up

Am I the only one left to rue missed opportunities?