Lust, not love.

I keep wondering when the world fell to the ground. When time stood still for that one
moment in history. When I fell so hard for something so fake, by making it feel so real.
I keep wondering if things will ever be like that again, be like that day at the park when
things happened so effortlessly, when things were so much fun. I lost track of time, I lost
track of you. i lost sight of my self. But you know it was all worth leaning on you, and
learning something new. So from this day on there will be no more thought of you,
no more thoughts of way back when, no more thinking or wondering if it was all my
innocent thinking that ruined it all.