“Maybe we are old souls, you and I.
But that’s okay, I’ve only ever wanted you.”
Don’t you see? This is the world we live in now. A place where love only lasts for a fleeting moment, because nothing matters more than the discovery of a new body. Nothing matters more than the feeling of always being new. That rush of blood in the veins is addicting. Like the first drop of a roller coaster. It’s the exhilaration. The exploration. And then at the slightest hint of boredom, it’s time to move on. How did loving become this way? What happened to the late night talks? The laughs? The way it felt to be held by someone that cherished you for more than your body? How did everything become so complicated?
© Sarah Doughty
Maybe we are
you and I.
But that’s okay,
I’ve only ever