From the moment I met you I knew that your bright hair and your caramel tinted eyes would be permanently burned into my mind. You told me your name and I recited it mentally over and over again until the taste of it sat upon my tongue like a lead weight that I could not ignore.

I tried in every way I could to spend time with you, to learn things about you that few would know. To have you hold me in your arms at night made me tremble and wish that I could call you mine but yet I was not fortunate enough to be the one you were in a relationship with.

Yes, the woman I love is enchanted by another's lips

But I will not forget that I was the one you pressed your body against when we were intoxicated and I could pretend for one night that you loved me the way I loved you. I will not forget when you admitted feelings that you had repressed, but your blood was drowning in alcohol, I doubt you remember a thing.

When I think of how my heart trembles for you, my lips purse with a longing, yours would turn into a straight line with distaste in your eyes.

You ask me why I smoke so many cigarettes. I wish I could tell you how I do it for the burn in my throat that drowns out the pain from the bile rising from my churning stomach because it has a hunger only your touch can satisfy.

The first time I cried over you, it was when I realised that I actually loved you. I cried because I knew that no matter what I do, you will Never feel the same.

In my mind it almost felt like a fairytale because I wanted it to to. But it is not a fairytale, fairytales have happy endings, and happy endings don't exist when only one person is in love.

This can't even be called a valid poem, because poems end. They're words told in different tongues and stories like this don't end, but Maybe it will taper off into a mild roar. At this point, I fear that this may be a blessing.