Time.

It didn't stop like they promised it would

in fairy tales

or movies.

Your eyes didn't meet mine perfectly; as if

our entire existence

had been building up to that very moment.

Your smile didn't make me plunge

into your arms,

or turn my transparent skin 77 shades of pink.

No,

it was as if all my love,

all my life, and

all my breath, had been

wasted

up until you.

It was betrayal

and innocence

twisted

into one foreignly familiar feeling,

that soon took over

every

single

thought

and feeling,

I could ever possess.

And if your love

is the only lie

I’m ever told, I could live

that lie.