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I Liked You
I liked you.
When the feeling was new
When us being that was exciting, and frightening.
When exhilaration was easy and accessible
When things similar to love were built from local materials
When you were the contractor
and our meetings were devious.
I've lost interest
In our shared quest of lust and subtle, adorable, request.
I like that you love to like us
and we have a connection that includes something like trust
But I'm distant, and strange,
and being human, normal, and productive
feels like a humongous, free-range cage.
I want to not want to feel
that it would be nice if someone next to me
burned, felt, saw, and healed
and kissed me.
and kicked me,
when the things that hit me, hit you
and we both recognized a severe need to resize our lives,
and what we called pride,
and our forward-facing side,
so the things we did,
felt less like goals,
and more like happy.
I wish I loved you.