S a r a h J o h a n s s o n

so i sit here,
left only to reminisce:
our last hug,
touch,
our last kiss.

how have we arrived at this point?
"this less-than-together yet..
always-and-forever
commitment? never..."
can't be us.
could that be us?

maybe,
maybe my ingenuous ways lead me to disaster,
i couldn't have fallen for you any faster.
If love had a speed limit
shit--i definitely passed it.
And if love was currency,
your shit would be counterfeit.

But still,
your feigned interest was enough.
And the truth is: i miss your love.
I miss your touch,
your hugs,
your kiss.
I miss the facade of bliss...

"forever thine.
forever mine.
forever ours."