There’s been enough lies
Told by my lips
And even more
By various regions of my body.
I don’t think
You want to know them all.
And I doubt
There’s enough time
To build you back.

Years later, I just don’t have the energy
There’s not enough incentive
And I don’t imagine
You’ll give me the rush
That I need to live on.

Not that the newness
Is an addiction
But you’d think
In the beginning
There’d be some surprises
Maybe a lil excitement
And the urge to want more.

You.
I’ve had one day
And I’m already full up.