Too Inconsiderate, Too Selfish

I trashed many deserving and precious loves in bloom down my favorite path, where lovely lilacs grew; I took everything they offered me with an eager hand, but heartlessly buried thier worth underneath the cold sand... How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish... by showing no regard for their genuine feelings? They loved me as if I was the only man alive having only one constant wish: to spoil me with kisses and keeping me warm in their passionate embraces! I constantly bite my hyprocritical lips, thinking of what I have done, and guilt pounds steadly inside to rebuke my unkind deeds; they wanted friendship more than gifts and fun... they are strangers now, ignoring my greetings! Intentional or not, I pursued pleasure instead of amability, taking advantage of their vulrerability, leaving their sincere hearts empty; doesn't an impish child get what he wants with his annoying cries? That was me, so insensible and unfair, stealing trust and affection to satisfy my urges... How did awareness reduce me to this state of misery? They caught up with my clever lies and shut the door into my face, reminding me that all good friends are hurt by dishonesty; and now how can I win back their trust and not be affected by old malice? How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish so driven by duality? I put me first, leaving their intense desires behind; they deserved to be understood and be truly loved, without an indication of doubt from someone too impervious to their plea... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci