Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?

Summer love.

Summer love:

One month ago, I tasted the most flavored lips that I haven't never taste before.

One month ago, you stole my heart and grabbed my soul.

One month ago we danced into the spotlight.

And looked into my eyes like I was the only one.

One month ago, you took my hand in a embrace with yours.

One month ago, you took my waistline and make it your own.

My whole body was shaking with your soft touch,

Your perfume was drowning me; it was my personal brand of drug.

One month ago, my lungs were breathless for you.

One month ago, suddenly, you tore my heart in two.

One month ago you kiss me down the starlight,

And a few days after, you said this never should has happened.

One month ago that I don't see you anymore.

Our summer love, fast, quick, deep, but no long,

For you never it was real, and it never should have started...

But it's too late for regrets,

All we can take it's to move on,

Because all that I'd think about love,

Was too innocent, not knowledge enough.