Heartbreaker
anotherpillthatshardtoswallow:
You stood poised above me
Your hand on a string on a stick
Dangling it teasingly, tauntingly.
I reach desperate fingers forward,
Already resigned to chance,
But you’re too quick.
Our fingertips graze for a second,
An infinite stretch of being,
Yet you pull your hand out
The moment I get a good grip.
Damn,
This hurts.
