Dear Love,

You were someone I always wanted to meet.

In the back of my head you stood,

me waiting for you, and you; me.

Before I knew it, you were my friend. 

My best friend, perhaps my lover.

 

You took form in many ways that intoxicated me,

but something you didn't tell me was that I'd get addicted.

Addicted to the feeling, addicted to the late night conversations.

Hands, eyes, lips.

First to last thought.

For me, everything real was left behind, and all I could see was you. 

But that wasn't enough for you,

I wasn't enough for you.

 

You left me,

in every cliche way.

Disgraced and disowned.

You had let me dream without boundaries.

Without you, they'll never be enough for me. 

And you hurt me, deep.

 

The pain gets hard,

but its okay. 

I have become acquainted with heartache, who will never leave me, like you did.

 

With much thought,

Anonymous