You’re captivating you keep saying. 
If i’m so captivating, tell me what chapter of me did you like best?
Was it your hands moving up my thighs?
Or your lips against my neck?
Was it the chapter of empty promises, and midnight walks when we can’t sleep?
For me it was the chapter where my loneliness finally sunk in, through the bindings of my soul.
The part where my hand wrapped in yours brought me temporary comfort.
Until we realized that this story wasn’t written for either one of us. 
So we go our separate ways, to write more pages of our lives.
Only returning for our temporary chapters.