What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
Yes.
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
Relationship.
We only ever kissed and said
Sweet things.
A whole year of just
Kissing.
And
Talking.
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
Like that
Anymore.
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But
Art is the expression of the human soul. Without it we are lost. I think that art separates us from the rest of the species because we are expressive people.