Journey

We traveled. That was all it was.
Temporary, and me thinking
the read trip would
last forever but there you
are stopping at pit stops
and grabbing souvenirs
like girls called Rachel
and Amber, and
all the while I'm thinking
about this journey, this
adventure
he wants me
this love.
Love.
And you don't know
what love is. You don't
understand pain and giving
and happiness.
You don't want to be happy
you want to be satisfied.
You want loveless romance.
You want to tell a girl she's
the best thing in the world.
You were my journey,
I was your adventure,
and we both ended
way too soon.