‘It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn’
You promised me nothing
So I gave you my everything.
But when the clock chimed you dashed because you had dined,
You had hit it so you thought it best to quit it.
Yes, I awoke and wondered where you were,
The mystery boy from the night before,
Destined to remain an enigma
In yellow street light.
My mornings couldn’t be for you,
For all of you,
One and the same,
The boys my mother warned me about.
I found yoga, read, ran, sprinted
Towards another type of person
That I wanted to be,
Because then, perhaps, you could love me
Without the need to leave me.
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