“When we were together I took the time
to study each arch within the confines
of your body, and what I had discovered
was something that could not possibly
be mimicked. When my body collapsed
against yours it was like we were the waves
in the sea; a force that is beyond control.
And without hesitation, I lost myself
in the textures of your skin.
But unlike the tides in the ocean,
we never knew which direction
we were heading in. We were always
pointing to different horizons,
and we never could see beyond ourselves
to find our way back to safety.
I’ve been preparing myself
for something like this, and we both know
that I have always craved the presence
of another person with the ability to capture
my attention in the ways that you can.
But so far, it’s been impossible.
It’s been a constant battle
between settling for second-best,
or waiting for you to come home.
So for now I will lay out my feelings
on the dining room table
and hope that when you return
you will see that I never gave up,
or let my heart cave in from the pain
that you have caused me
when you decided that our love might never
be enough to keep your hunger satisfied.”—"Our final attempt at love," - Colleen Brown & Mariah Gordon-Dyke (via mostlyfiction)