Mistakes Made

Losing myself in you,
Falling in a steep drop
And an even quicker stop.

This is why we can't have nice things
When your tongue slips past my teeth;
It takes my good sense with it.

I lay waste to everything that matters,
And you'll be no exception to this,
A causality of mine in the making.

I promise this will hurt me more than you.
I will be less when you could have made me more,
And I will be the walking wounding for it.

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