Like Discarded Paper Poem by Kewayne Wadley

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