was i really in love, or maybe i was just in love with the idea of her?
affection turns bones brittle, you know?
i fashioned an old love made of promises we could never keep.
our words become smoke that we could not cling on to.
our love became a chore that i no longer wanted to complete.
maybe i was never really in love with you?
maybe i loved the way she loved me?
she gave me her affection, so i tore out my heart and kept it caged with hers.
i gave her my body because that is all i know, i carved myself to her liking and fit her mould.
i became a fierce women, protecting her ember, which i willed to catch alight.
i tore myself apart to put her back together again.
we ended with the term 'friends', but can we really allow this injustice if 'friends' never speak?
can we claim that title?
she'll always be apart of me, the girl i gave my heart to.
they'll be foreign faraway lands that whisper our names around a campfire,
whispering to have only a glimmer of what we gave each other.
ourselves.
