One Pass a Million

When we use to kiss,
I was so engrossed with counting every last one.
You and I made it one pass a million,
I remember the passion and how intense I felt.
Praying you where the one,
my heart use to burn and my insides use to feel warm.

It hurts more than you can imagine,
Pretending we never happened.
Acting as though my jaw didn’t hurt so much,
from smiling.
But it is better to play pretend then tell myself,
you where my one more than a million.

Let’s face it, we where a mistake.
An instant misconception,
We rushed and we were so intense when we fucked UP
Everything but each other.
It never got that far,
Still I told myself you where my one pass a million.

As I play the game of Ghost, I miss you.
I choke.
I throw up our last kiss
And play pretend.
I dreamed you and then you disappeared only to reappear
Having me questioning your intentions and do you act like you care.

I cherished you and us I swear.
Told myself that the time spent was all I needed.
I wanted more though; the thought of us caressed snuggled at night.
But you needed something else to survive.
Basically telling me,
You are my one past a million, just not ready for it.