Dearest Jane (Poem #102)

The words I said
were the words I meant
the nights we shared
were the nights well spent

I do not and will never regret
the nights we were together
or the fucked up days
you screwed me over

But Jane,
by the time you read this
I’m probably already be on a plane
and you’d probably be cursing me
for forgetting your goodbye kiss
for not thinking about your lips
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