Like Discarded Paper

I had an inability to understand the effect she had on me, A drug that revealed every high without the lows that accompanied. At least until later The emotional distance that kept me wondering if in fact that what I felt was real. The quiver of her skin on my lips The need to be pulled tighter The inherit lows that came about seemingly out of nowhere. Just as her blaze went out Brimming around tight pressed thumb and pointer The extinguished paper left behind Discarded Which one was me, Which was her