The Fantastic Mr. Sir

Obsess,

Class and clean
The Fantastic Mr. Sir
fantasticized me.

He read me poetry in a soft haze,
he did not drink to get drunk.
He listened to Pink Floyd,
and smoked marijuana with grace.

Indulge,

Lust consumed my mind
like Pac Man in his maze,
I erupted into the flames
of attraction-fueled infatuation.

I craved maturity,
a little hair on a man's chest,
And this need only the
Fantastic Mr. Sir
could satisfy.

Devour,

I was taken,
A stupid little girl
chasing her balloon into the road,
only to be crushed and forgotten,
a trace of her brains,
left on the asphalt,
to rot in the sun.

Deplete,

stomach-twisting pain,
a revolt of my insides,
I crumbled only to be
consumed again,
excreted,
and wasted.

Reflection,

Stupid
Desperate
Ridiculous
Even if life
is too short to live with regrets,
nothing is too short
to regret what you lost
when you can't have it back.

Farewell, Mr. Sir.

NOTE: I did not put this in the Love category because I did NOT love Mr. Sir. It was simply lust & infatuation.