The Touch

I thought you loved with a fierceness

that knocked me over with its intensity,

but I was just fooling myself again—

the train speeding towards its wreck.

I thought you cared with a surge

that sparked and lit me up all over,

but I was just telling myself stories—

a boat right before it starts to sink,

I thought you were the first and the last,

the one who would be beginning and end,

but I was just wishing on broken stars—

the bomb before it ignites a world of fury.

You thought you were the touch, the perfection,

that would heal all my ills and treat my scars,

but you were just inflating that ego of yours—

the savior who can't even save himself one bit.

We thought we knew it all, had all the answers,

wouldn't repeat the mistakes our parents made—

but here we are down this road we've seen before

and it hurts to know we couldn't get it right at all

because we weren't the perfect fit after all.

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