I must admit that I fell in love with the thought of you.
Waking up to lingering touches
and shivering spines.
Your breath filled my lungs
and I exhaled the smoke
Realizing that
it is not you I love.

Too many years had passed between when I wanted you
and when I was wanted.
The ocean washed over me,
and I rejoiced
at the thought of being free from you.
Now you tear after me,
seeking some sweetness
that was once bitter to you.
Your lemonade is stale, love,
and I have no desire for it.