Meet me tonight,
so I can spill my guts
at the table, full of beer bottles,
empty, just like myself;

So I can explain the long and short
of the story, muddled,
like the various versions of me
you’ve heard a countless times;

Meet me tonight,
so that I may recount
what I had to endure
to deserve whatever feelings
you hold for me;

So that I could tell you that
I may have looked the other way,
I still am drawn towards you…

Or am I too late?


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