A Fling.

See. You were supposed to only be—A fling
Yet somehow; you became, more, more than that.
You were new.
I wanted new.
It was all so simple…
I wanted simple.

Charismatic. Fresh.
Had a status of single.
With my name on it.
I welcomed the opportunity, with open arms.
Open, voracious arms…

It was day one through one hundred, that I didn’t count.
It was the rest that I wish I had.
It was your sense of knowing
That I grabbed and held on to.

You made everything seem like it would be alright
And I liked that in you.
That was the thing I grasped.
The fact that perfectly imperfect
Was written for your character.

You were supposed to only last,
Until I figured I was done with you.
I was to tire of you,
Before you ever even considered giving me up.

I planned it out,
Like mother fate planned her victims’ destinies.
But it was all so simple,
And I was all too simple minded.
And none of it went according to plan.