Brown Sugar

Tis not a soliloquy of resentment,
nor an ode of contentment,
but hear this as a theory of recognition.

Your blissful confusion is merely an illusion
that means not to be hurtful, but to serve
another purpose for another person
that is not me.

You had me at: Inhale. Exhale. Pass.
My Cherie Amour, I adored you so much
I exchanged my green for yours.

However, I have realized the real lies
that made you so special and now I
have a burning desire
for someone else.

He who, unlike we, has no ashes,
instills passion and provides a love that is everlasting
that I simply cannot function without.
And I, from time to time
have a tendency to realize this.

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