Forever, you said. One word injected into my skin making its way through my veins tatted into my brain and carved onto my heart.
And I believed you.
Every fiber in my body succumbed to the idea of your forever. Even when you passed by and wouldn't even spare me as so much of a glance,
I grasped on your forever.
Even when I sleep, expecting to see myself wrapped up securely in your arms the next morning but instead waking up to the bed made neatly by your side and I realize that you weren't even really with me the night before or all the nights before that. You were merely a body when I was soul, heart, and mind when I was with you.
I held on to that string of 7 letters F-O-R-E-V-E-R Strongly gripping the thin thread but gentle enough because I was afraid that the thread will snap and our forever will go back to being a jumble of letters merely holding their place in the alphabet line.
I realized how you treat forever like it was spit from your mouth. A never-ending supply that you can use as long as breath passes through your cells. Forever, for you, was like rain droplets, starting high up in the air, competing with other drops to get through only to fall and come shattering on the ground.
The cloth we collected the stars with you now use to wipe someone else's tears. The paper where we dripped our blood in you now use to write a new story on. The fingers that used to set my skin ablaze upon every touch you now use to trace someone else's shape. The lips that you used to set me on fire with you now use to cloth someone else with new hopes, new dreams, new promises.
I just wanted for you to hold me long enough so your touch may freeze upon my skin. The memory of your hands on my body to last me forever.