Loving you was like flying
Wind whipping through my hair,
lungs finally able to breathe deep
only to wake up
to a reality meant for much shorter breaths.
Loving you was like a constant game
of hide and seek,
forever trying to catch up,
praying the part of you that loved me
didn't decide to hide that day,
Loving you was like a drought
tears of anger, confusion, desperation
by an acceptance of a denial
worse than any tears would describe.
I wish they could give you the electric chair
so in your final moments
you could understand what loving you was like.