I didn’t want to want you
How is it that wanting leaves me shattered, begging on my knees?

I didn’t want to need you
How is it that I can hardly go a day without needing to connect?

I didn’t want to love you
How is it that loving you is like the oxygen in my lungs?

Leave me to my memories
Don’t pretend with your regrets, half truths and frustrated fantasies.

We were a shooting star, we were… Us
Don’t fake it with diluted desire, generic caresses and middle-aged angst.

We were magic, don’t insult that.
Don’t beguile me and then not want, need, love me… too.

~ kei
6 February 2014