an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

tipsy

i was tipsy and my tongue began to dance,
it began its performance of
"i long for you".
and maybe i do long for you, i long for what could've been with you.
i said i remembered how your skin felt against mine,
how the warmth and slightly scruffiness of growing facial hair made me feel safe and wanted.
then i recall that as his skin was against mine he would speak lies,
lies that regarded my place in his life.
he was my earth and i was the moon,
but as we all know the earth does not revolve around the moon as it does with the sun.
and someone else was his sun.