Although I wish they were,
Your eyes were not made
To drink in my presence
Like a kindergartner with a juice box.

Your hands were not created
To touch away the pain I feel
After a day that crashed around me
Has taken away my hope.

And even though ours fit together,
Your lips were not crafted
To press against mine
In a spur of the moment thought.

And you were not invented
To love me.