What was it all to you?
That warmth between our flesh and souls,
Discarding our differences and goals,
For just a night, one moonlit night,
When we were everything in each other’s sights.
Breaths were drawn, names were echoed,
And beyond our steaming passions,
I thought love would speak of my tomorrow,
But in the mouth of my sheets, you spoke the story’s end,
You spoke the death of this Godsend.
I sought eternity,
But you sought a bloody instant,
The scar forever existent.
Morning awakened, yet it felt so dark,
Because your words have damned me to the dark,
With the memory of your lipstick trace, smooth embrace,
And illusions of us face to face.
Sanity weeps, her tears are never still,
Because your truest love was never me, just the thrill.