A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Small Steps

It started out small.
I stopped caring what you thought of me.
Then I was no longer excited for us to meet.
I didn't want you to pull me back down, I didn't want to fall.


That was what loving you felt like,
A climb with no end in sight.
And, too far away for me to reach, a light.
Reaching it, I had hoped I just might.


The weather was dragging me back.
The ground was slippery, the rain never halted its attack.
The incline was too steep
And I felt like I could no longer trust my feet.


Loving you was climbing a mountain,
At the top, there would be a fountain.
The waters, I learned, were not love filled and clear.
That was when my distancing started to appear.


It was bittersweet,
That truth I came to meet.
I would always love you, it's true.
But I hated how I'd never mean anything to you.


Slowly, the last of my love will go,
And you might never know.
The way in which my heart had grown,
Like a flower, wilting after blooming after first being sown.