No longer my darling. Never really mine. Never really so darling. I only had my head tilted just so, my eyes squinted and my vision a little cloudy with the haze of love and lust I lived in, to make the light reflect off of you in such charming rays; you appeared like a diamond in the ash.
How strange it is to approach you again. How wrong to let you in. Only on the surface. I’ll never let you in like before. Never love you again. It would be foolish to consider it.
Charlie Parker wafts like smoke around my head. I’m too busy fucking myself up to let you try your hand again.