Some fake happiness, some fake sadness and some fake an orgasm.

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.