Guilty: iii

As I was pining after wild boys, and carving out my hip bones,

You pined away for me.

I was sick and I got sick of adventures

I swapped nights of heartburn and red rimmed eyes

For home comforts

I needed a friend.

But your heartburn scalded my chilled fingertips

You gave me flowers and I let them die.

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