In need of Jesus and a psychiatrist 

Not sure what happened between us. I always got ahead of my feelings instead of living in the moment. Our time together was intense, visceral, vulgar and raw. I was your personal fuck toy and vice versa. Our last rendez-vous your eyes told many secrets. In that instant I knew you would not be returning. I embraced you one last time. You stood without heart as my arms hugged your wall. Alittle more time was all I was asking. Apparently, forever has an expiration date.