You know,
it's funny.
When I fell for you,
you were taken.
You had someone.
You were happy, I guess.
Then when you had left him,
I didn't want to do anything
because I felt like you needed time.
You're not fragile, and I know that.
But I thought you'd appreciate it if I stayed away
for a bit
before you jumped into another relationship.
And here I am,
again,
with a breaking heart.
Shattered pieces flying in the wind,
the smallest ones losing themselves
forever.
I did not get the chance to grasp your hand in mine,
to caress your delicate face,
to hold you.
Because you're taken again.
You have somebody again.
You seem happy.
I have never known where I stood,
only that my position never changed.
Love is a folly of the human mind.
It is an angel in the light,
and a beast in the shadows.
