Did I ever love you,or did I just want to be held?Darling,so it goes,it’s so overplayed,this overwhelming game for two,no winners,no losers,just destruction, back and forth,and I’ll never stop being something we both fear.You ask me if I ever loved you,and I look past you,playing to the sun,big smile, big dreams?telling it and you what…

I can still picture the busy shelves,bustling with meaningless trinkets that we could buy,the dim, flickering lights that seemed to highlight the trouble I was in, so perfectly,as I picked up the same magazine,the same candy bar, that had come to taste like your kiss, in my overactive imagination. I’d run home,treats in trembling hands,lost…