Jelousy is not your only vice

This is what is drawn from me
as I lay now vulnerable to your disease
Thus I am attacked by memories meant to be forgotten,
Of chances gotten that had been washed up and in pieces,
They mock me now with their new completeness.
My resolution falters amongst such recollections and my foundation is shook
All at once I see the fulfilment of past wishes,
Bask in the ambiance of a could have been that now is yet again
It is a testament to how much I love you that I even consider this
To immortalise a fictional fulfilment into memory,
Disregarding the breaking of my own heart for mere minutes of mock tranquility.
I cannot escape the bitterness for long
The realisation that the profession of love is wrong
Had I ever wondered how long
it would take for you to come around
I could not imagine that it would only be as long as it took till my heart was by another bound.