We met on a sunny day, it was easy and calm. You and I had so much in common. You were so close but so far, you were so kind but so harsh. Your words, frighted me but your love embraced me.
We talked often, never touching, we loved,
imagination consumed us and we left the words motionless in the air.
You love me with every word, caressing me, filling me with you, and all you had to offer.
You offered me nothing but your script and I offered you my heart.
You wanted me as badly as I wanted you and yet, I couldn't bring the words to life to tell you
how much I loved you.
I never felt threated as you never said you were looking.
Six months later, you told me of your new found love. I am so happy for you but my heart was broken as I had no idea. Now all I have is script, words to say with no audience.
I was given the gift of a Trojan horse and all that is left behind are the bodies, from the decimation of the army.
You were my Love, and now I have a loss, fair well and good luck.
We will never know the true touch, we will never have a real love. It was all a script made
for you and I.
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