A Piece of Past

Why a lustful relationship can end up leading to nothing at all

A Piece of Past

Lust
Lied on lips,
Like hope
That lies
Between hips.
You lied
About love
While I touched
With finger-tips.
Ease was
In experimentation.
"Please" was
In procrastination.
I knew
No boundary
While whispers
Wallowed
Around me.

Blessed
With your
Booty-calls,
Everyone
Eventually falls.
With you,
It was
Too soon,
So your games,
Followed gloom.
You surely
Said there wasn't
Someone (else)
But nothing
With Someone,
Lead to
No one.

I miss
The mess
About you
That I hated,
But hurt
Doesn't come
Back debated.
Shyness sold
My silly fate
But fear
Followed love;
It's truely
Too late.
I sat
In sadness
And listened
To "Yellow."
All
I wanted
Was for you
To say "hello."