Orion Carloto

Our feelings for each other change.

Nostalgia clouded
in thoughts
for a love
that never
existed.

kissed him once,
for desire,
and, twice,
to forget.

I should’ve focused more on the feeling you gave me when
you held me close

you only knew how to love in waves.

You played me often,
seeing if I would stay
or if I would leave.

I was never yours. No matter how hard I tried
convincing myself that I was, or could be, nothing could make me
stop you from wanting her.

I loved you
in ways
I never even
loved myself.

the ones who taught me how to be
a better lover and an even better writer.

My Dearest Reader,

I’m searching for words in every stranger that walks by—