And, **clears throat**
I've said it
You haven't said anything
In 45 days
Not that I'm counting
Because, you know, I'm not
I don't even care
You don't matter
"We" don't matter
The sex was just okay
You aren't the love of my life
I was never transported by your touch
Or, your tongue
Our foreheads never touched
As our bodies moved in tandem
Like we were made for each other
Like you were made for me
Your kisses meant nothing
Your eyes never smiled at mine
You never crossed the sea for me
In fact, we never even met
What's your name again???
It's not like I look for you everywhere
Or think of you at all, actually
You're not the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid eyes on
Your voice doesn't echo in my head
You've never been in any of my dreams
I don't think of you spooning me at night
Or ache for your touch
Or wake hoping to see your eyes gazing into mine
And that smile...it's not sweet, warm or lovely
Nor are your lips soft and shapely
I can't even compare you to a summer's day!
So...yeah, I'm in love with you
What of it???
People are just insecure meat sacks full of holes, inside and out
It's not like you're unique
Or, perfect in every way
The fact that I can't stand the thought of anyone else's touch
Has nothing to do with you
Not. At. All.
Have I mentioned that I'm in love with you?
And, that you--in no way, shape or form--matter???
Just so we're clear....