21 a Game of Bout-Rhimes

I often think back to when we aligned
Oh sugar, how you made me feel so sweet
You’re everything, I’m only a treat
When we are together you’re resigned
I’m always too anxious, I can’t unwind
You are the one, but I’m one in the fleet
I cling like babies looking for a teat
I was obsessed, but you never consigned
Why can’t love just be like romcom’s portray
I might drown in the bottom of the glass
I can’t forget the taste, sweet like kumquat.
Now you dig for what’s left in the ashtray
It’s been clean for years now, so don’t harass
Me, and your chances have been long since shot