You Never Wanted Me in Daylight

You wanted the version of me that existed in the dark.

The one that whispered.

The one that wanted.

The one that made you feel alive.

You just never wanted to meet her in daylight.

That’s the part that makes me sick.

Not that you desired me.

That you only desired me where I could never become real.

So here’s what’s left.

A body that still burns.

A heart that finally knows better.

And a woman who is done mistaking secrecy for intimacy.