It got worse as the night wore on,
the way I missed you,
the way I knew you would let you destroy me,
because I worshipped you,
and I worshipped the nothingness of our night together there,
there were no distractions,
no glaring lights,
nothing to make us pick a fight,
nothing to make us think ahead in the wrong way,
where we could call it what it was,
and maybe what it could be
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