There Was Never A Spark Between Our Lips When We Kissed

You know, I don't think we ever were in love.

There was never a spark between our lips when we kissed

Or a fire between our skin when we touched

My tongue never craved the taste of you and my nose never longed for your violent scent

Our hands never did fit together and my fingers did nothing but graze your surface

My mind never wondered what was beneath your clothes and my eyes never wished to look at you

I remember when we planted flowers together

You wanted to give them water

But I wished to feed them sunshine

We never did agree on what to give them

And thinking we each knew best, carried out our own plans

You watered the flowers and I gave them the sun

But I guess good intentions always have their counterparts

Because they drowned in the water that you poured on them

And I scorched the petals with sunshine

I guess none of that mattered though

Because the entire time they were dying of malnutrition-

We had planted them in infertile soil

Our love was never a coursing river.

Instead it was choppy and frothy like whitewater rapids

We were thrown from our tacky yellow raft and smashed our heads against the rocks

At least we added some color to the foam

With you the sun never did shine as bright as before

And the water never did look quite as clear

At least I could say I had someone of my own

But I never would have shed a single tear

No, I don't think we ever were in love