Weighted Chances

I haven’t wanted to turn the pages backwards in a really long time

Regret and reciprocating hatred prying towards me is shared by both parties…

And there’s nothing I can do;

But rebuild stone by stone, yet again.

You weren’t supposed to ever have been let in.

I knew from the start you had only a temporary mark,

But the taste of your lips like a fine aged wine.

Full of melancholy and what would never be called mine.

We’re not much different you and I…

I wonder if either will learn to swallow pride.