Your kiss was pure euphoria--
all I've ever wanted.

You were all I've ever needed.

Bliss, I found in the fullness of your lips.

Hope, I found in the creases of your bed sheets.

Love, I found in your touch.

Or so I thought.

But last night I was slapped in the face with the harsh realization that you'll never be mine.

It's tearing itself through my soul
and out of my chest--
It's rotting me from the inside out,
*and that's not a very big deal to you.