I was the mistake, not our last time. I knew it the moment we shared out last kiss, our last touch, our last unawkward conversation the last time i skipped from your door in clothes worn the night before It was then that my heart settled in the pit of my stomach rising into my chest, burning cold. I was your mistake. The one you made a thousand times covering me in sweat and lies. I was your mistake. And, i continue to allow you to rewind the time to repeat the same error at my expense how smart am I to lack such common sense. I am his mistake. A night turned into a year and still i'm holding onto you for the mistaken chance that you might hold me in hypnotic glance and make me understand how we could be a mistake. Mistaken friendship for a relationship sex for intimacy conversation for opening chances i think how everything could have been (even though I never was) yet, you're the motherf*cker that always wins always strikes my ego and pride and I continue to try and try to make you understand why the value of you i continue to hold inside. I am the mistake.