Everett Fordge

[I regret the letters, sent the poems, wrote those sober notes The flights I bought from coast to coast, the codependent overdose I opened up my heart to you, I rearranged my future I used to find it funny, but I've seen the loss, my humor I regret the time we spent, the promises you never kept The inconsistent sympathy, the overwhelming ignorance I opened up my home to you You had my mother's heart And now she keeps on asking Why I tore you both apart And I burn it all Gasoline and matches Our photographs in ashes And I blame it all On what I thought was magic Through rose-colored glasses Anything I can, I'll throw it all away But all that remains Are the memories we made And I wish I could take you back the hours spent in planes and cabs The dollars that I should've saved Instead I gave you all I had Just never about that money though, your cash will come and go But now my pocket's empty and my heart is feeling broke And I burn it all Gasoline and matches Our photographs in ashes And I blame it all On what I thought was magic Through rose-colored glasses Anything I can, I throw it all away But all that remains Are the memories we made] [Gasoline and Matches by Cameron Whitcomb] Everett, the boy you fell in love with. The boy you fell apart with. The boy whose heart you ripped out. The boy you broke up with because you weren’t ready for that commitment. So now here he is. Fresh out of college and regretting ever giving you letters. And here you are, missing his affection. You sometimes lie awake at night wondering if he’d be willing to take you back, to comfort you. And Everett ? He tried to burn everything that could remind him of you, unfortunately memories are forever. And so is the money he spent on you, just forever gone. Hate wasn’t what he felt. Love wasn’t what he felt. Regret? Possibly. But this heartbroken boy can not run away from his town forever, so possibly stopping by that cute little coffee shop will clear out his overflowing mind.