Before you, I was held by many.
There was nothing,
not a care,
not a want,
not a longing,
no craving at all.
And you were supposed to be the same,
An extracurricular, a fun time.
You were going to have no effect on me.

But the minute you touched my lips.
The minute I tasted you.
I knew.
It was the minute after the fun,
When we should have been on our own ways,
That our lips sealed.
In that moment I knew that I would forever be chasing that minute.
And here I am, drunk or high or something,
trying to find you in the most random of places.

I’m searching for a love that I thought was.
A love you are not capable of reciprocating.
I do still look for you,
in the crowds,
at the bars,
at the bottom of the glass,
In random men,
in different beds.
But you are all I long for.
You and that minute.

Truly It’s all about that minute,
Maybe I want to relive it
Maybe I want to take it back,
I’m not sure.
Because the way I felt when you touched me,
Your lips on mine,
The way I looked next to you,
We were amazing together.
The love that I have for you,
The way I will always look for you,
The way I will always want you,
And I will always put you before myself,
That is why I can never have you.

Maybe I took that minute and tried too hard,
Stretched it too long and tried to make something of it.
So much so that I broke it.
But I loved you,
I still do,
And I thought you loved me too.
Now I see, you never will,
That is a love you do not know and are not capable of.
But I do hope that someday, someway, somehow,
with someone who is able to love you as much,
That you can achieve and get to know that love.