To The Guy Who Never Called (Dec 2012)

To the guy who never called; I didn't like you anyway.
You, were like the first day of winter.
Bittersweet in the sense that I was excited for Christmas,
But then it never snowed.

You thought you won me over because of the way your smile
revealed dimples on your cheeks;
Like the way a map reveals a hidden treasure.
Gold sparkling in your eyes, holding the promises of a new world.
But then again, I was on my third glass of wine.
So as captivating as I may remember you,
You probably weren't that great...

But I'll never forget the way your hand brushing mine ignited something in me;
A slow burning fire that never quite made it to full flame.
You talked about snow in a way that made me wish it were year round.

You talked about the first snowfall as if it were a first kiss;
The way it melted on your tongue made you feel like you were tasting a piece of the sky;
sweet only because you imagined it should be.
You said it's only perfect for a few moments until it melts into the rest of the Earth,
its magic dissipating. 

I guess I should have realized then that your tongue was actually
fostering words of lust, while your lips coated them with falsified admiration.
So I should have known that when you kissed me goodbye that night,
it's spell would fade as quickly as it came.

The next morning my lips were still dripping with the memory of yours,
But your lips had already forgotten mine.
The feeling melted away in the morning sun.
No longer perfect, but instead, forgotten.