she sprung her trap the day she responded with "I love you too" for the very first time.
she laughed and cried through every hug and moment and orgasm
only to "shrug her shoulders" when the best of us began to die.
Did you have to be so perfect?
Did you have to ruin me for the rest?
she lost her passion for me... and I guess I understand.
she couldn't "Love" me... just like I knew she couldn't from the start...
but I never minded her "pretending".
She used to smile at me and kiss my mouth hello and goodbye.
She used to have me over for dinner and spend time with me.
We used to make love.
We used to laugh together.
I was her "heat rock" to snuggle up to on cold nights.
I now mean nothing...
I have lost another lover and another friend and wonder to myself if its even worth it anymore.