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A Regret

How easily we forget the promises we make.
Bottles of wine and scotch lay scattered on the glass table where we first played that game.
"tell me what you want, what your heart truely desires."
So I did.
And so you promised to love me forever.
Your mouth formed the words.
And my mind believed them.
Because for that one night we were gods.
We could make anything happen.
I could make anyone stay.
So I asked you for a confession.
A secret that only I would ever know.
Maybe it was the wine,
or the tequilla we had at the bar,
but you told me how you had never loved anyone before tonight.
How you betrayed everyone you thought had loved you.
There in that moment I promised that I would never love you...
I swore to keep your secret and you swore never to stop loving me.
And on the game went.
You told lies and I broke your heart.
Ocassionally I look back at the bottle I kept from that first night.
I spin it on the countertop,
attempting to reverse time,
pretending that it is the clock of our love and that if I spin it fast enough, far back enough, you and I will be back in that night.
We can undo those promises.
The words can be sucked right back through our lips and into our minds.
I guess its time to get rid of that bottle though.

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