The truth behind men of summer

I wasted so many poems
On him that I forgot
What is was like to write
The lines realistically.
Like how you spoon fed
While I stayed up late
Every night at our cathedral
Hoping you would
Come here my prayers
Instead of floating
Down the river
With your other lovers
And our broken promises.

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