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

with me.

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.