He used to be my college sweetheart,
The first grown up "true love" i had,
He's the man i told my secrets,
The man i loved with my life,
I thought i was his sweetheart too,
I was naive not to realize that i was a pass-time,
It's 4 months since i saw him,
4 months since my expiry date.
Memories haunt me,
They remind me how it feels being with him,
They make me drown in thoughts,
Thoughts that condemn me,
I keep asking myself questions,
Like where did i go wrong?
But now i know i was a pass-time,
My worth has expired.
The first time we made love,
Our souls intertwined,
I'll never forget the rooftop,
Or the passion we had,
The stars bore witness to our inviolate kisses,
The moon blessed our love motion,
We warmed the night's cool breeze,
I became addicted to making love to him,
But our time together faded on my expiry date,
A day i never anticipated,
It got me unprepared.
Did we ever make love or was it just sex?
Was it a soul affair or did he just need body heat?
Was the rooftop at all special?
Was i just a favorite pass-time?
I'm i a hit-and-run victim?
These questions torment me,
They give me reasons not to trust men,
I wish my College sweetheart knew,
That Miss Karma is my Best friend!
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