Jax's poetry

I Knew...

I knew it got bad when his kiss felt like a curse
I knew it got bad when healing turned into hurt
When the arms holding me felt like they were holding me back
I knew he and I would never last
It hurt feeling him slip away
It feels like it happened yesterday
I miss him and his embrace
I miss holding his face
I want those feelings to be felt again
But I can't call him more than a friend