To A Former Lover

Remember that night we took a walk on the moor?

I remember how warm you felt when my icy fingers were entwined with yours.

Do you remember me telling you how you outshined the moon and how I saw galaxies in your eyes?

I remember you trying desparately to find the deciet in my words

so you tried to see if you could taste silver on my tongue.

Remember that night when we pledged to love only one another?

I remember there was an eclipse that night. We vowed our love beneathe a moonless sky.

I remember we sealed our oaths with our souls.

Or at least I did.

I remember how my lips and neck burned from being touched by your flame.

I remember my fingers getting tangled in your firey red locks

and I finally understood how volcanoes felt when they erupted boiling magma.

Remember how I looked up at you from between your thighs?

I remember seeing more than galaxies when your gaze locked with mine.

I saw the entire universe in its beautiful chaotic glory.

What happened to us?

Since we are both female, you said we were just a phase.

How could you say that?

Was every breathe, every heartbeat, every tear, every kiss that we shared nothing to you?

Was I nothing to you?

How can loving someone, even for a moment, be put in a category where most only see regret?

These times in our lives are often looked on with hatred because they are experimental and many do things they normally wouldn’t otherwise.

Am I nothing more than a regret to you?

Phases are called so because they are viewed as terrible and they are always temporary.

Yet you promised me forever.

But...perhaps it’s my fault.

I should have known from that night on the moor.

When I saw galaxies in your eyes and you couldn’t find a single star in mine.