The slip

For two months, you held my hand, you held my heart, you held my future bound up in your nautical eyes.

For two months, we were the best team, we were the best in bed, we were simply just the best. 

For two months, I’d lay awake at night listening to you breath thanking the heavens for sending me such love.

But now, two months since you stared coldly into my eyes and told me you just couldn’t... that it was too intense.... that you felt too guilty, I find myself just not understanding how if we were ‘the best’, why did you slip your penis into her?