his touch was electrifying,
he made me believe our love
was strong enough
to shift mountains,
to stop time,
end all pain.
but then I found out.
I found the truth
and it rattled my brain,
churned my stomach,
sliced through my core.
I believed your false grin
and mistaked it for being mine.
you lied to me about our love,
you said I was the only one.
you left me dumbfounded
and scatterbrained.
why did I put my trust into ***** hands.

isn't it strange how the human brain
causes you to feel emotions
you cannot explain?
what do you call the feeling you're overcome with as a scent from the past tickles the inside of your nose?
feeling a sense of eruption when those hands you've longed to caress finally slide to the nape of your back, when those lips you've studied for so long finally collide onto yours.
these feelings are much too strong to be considered simple emotions,
these feelings can build a new beginning to your life's foundation,
or
they can crumble the dream into sharps of glass that cut deep into your core, what is this feeling?
I crave to acknowledge and correct societies overuse of claiming and calling our emotions.
These feelings are much too strong to be considered
normal.

his lips were as tender as a moonlit sky
on a still winter night.
I felt stars burst and volcanos erupt
in the depths of my soul
as his fingertips traced the length of my back.
silk was his touch,
and I wanted to bury myself in the sheets.

you looked into my eyes today,
and i finally felt what i have been praying for.
i felt a sense of relief.
my stomach didn't drop
and my knees didn't feel weak.
I've come to realization
that what we had
was not love,
it was childish lust.
I finally know
that my heart no longer rests in your hands.
I finally feel free
from the grip of your eyes
because when I looked back into them today
I
felt
**nothing.