Slow. Like molasses. Like melting butter. Like a solo. It was passion. Damn it was friction like no other. Please, we were good at the little things. At the extent of it all we were good. And out of the acrobatics we were cooler than polar bear’s toe nail. We were smoother than wax. It was very much like a symphony. I had you. You had me. But I had blinders on and I didn’t really have you. I never had you. It was all fantasy and wishful thinking. My therapist told me love is a fantasy and I’ve been thinking how I’ve made you a myth. How I made you godly in your clothing and in your abilities. Did I love you in reality? Or was it fantasy? I’m asking myself, trying to understand where I lost my mind in all this 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s