You

When I thought of love,

I automatically thought of you.

The way your smile stretched like airplane wings, as your retinas recognized my face.

When I thought of love,

I could smell the sweet aroma of your body, and how if I made it into a scented candle, I would be the only one to buy it.

When I thought of love,

I thought of how fast I would literally set my flesh on fire, just to get you to stay.

To make you see that our flame, was more astonishing than any other.

What you did to my ashes, is another story.

Now, when I think of love,

I think of space.

How the holes dug into my chest are deeper than any black hole you can think of.

Now, when I think of love,

I think about the smile that stretched so far it just might have taken your heart with it.

Now, when I think of you,

I hide my past regrets and shove them down so far that I keep thinking the things you've done to me are ok.

That I was the one that was wrong,

That you only chose her,

Because I wasn't the one.

-A.M