“Don’t fall in love with me” you said with a smile leaving a soft kiss upon my lips.
I laughed, trapped in your eyes. I would only realize it was too late once you were gone.
We were two travelers, crossing paths in our own time, in our own world.
“We shouldn’t do this”
I nodded with a sigh.
But even sober we couldn’t stop.
We laid, for what seemed like days in bed. Wrapped in each other’s thoughts
“I’m a horrible person you know” you said as we kissed,
and I knew, I really did, but I couldn’t stop.
All I remember now is your lips, and the way I felt as we talked early into the sunrise.
I’ve forgotten you’re face though
Even your name
How long has it been now, A day? A week, A month? A year? When is the last time I held you near?
“We fucked up” you said “We have to be friends now”
Then there was your sarcasm, I remember that too.
It was harsh and left me lingering in pain, but this pain it felt good,
It felt like an ache after a day at the gym, deep, expected with every breath, and self inflicted.
I could have avoided you, your comments like heavy weights; but the feeling, the emotions, the endorphins were too good to resist.
It was my addiction, a craving both physical and mental.
A drug worse than the coke you cut with my pocket knife or the weed you rolled with precision.
You hated this place, but despite the vile words you spat upon the city I hopped you’d stay.
Even when I knew you slept, wrapped in someone else’s arms, I let you in with a smile.
We knew we knew, but time was short, and we traveled at the turn of the wind.
Fights and feelings were best left upon the breeze, pushed aside until it was too late or no longer mattered.
“I don’t do goodbyes” You said biting my shoulder, a warning turned into a whisper as I woke to find you had already gone.
That’s when I realized it was too late.