A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

A Chance at New Love

I know you didn't mean it in that way.
But I can't help but think about what you meant to say.
With your words staring at me like jewels on display,
So close, but yet so far away.


I can't possibly know what you really meant.I'm tired of twisting the words in my head.
Trying to make sense of something I've so irreparably bent.
All on my own, I worry about the hours I've spent.


Which answer is true,
I don't have a clue.
If you meant what I first thought, what would I do?
If I tried to ignore it, would you allow me to?


Do I move past it?
Forget you even asked it?
Do I point out the mistake,
Even knowing the damage that I'll take?


Or do I explain my confusion,
Before I jump to conclusions?
Forget my assumptions,
And listen to you before I lose it?


I'm not used to this.
I've only known love from a distance.
Yet your words speak of comfort and closeness,
Reaching out to me at my most hopeless.


I don't know how I feel.
I don't know if your words are real.
But with you, there's a chance I could heal.
Maybe a moment of happiness I could steal.


Maybe my love is not set in stone,
Not sealed in my bones.
There could be a chance for us if I just answer the phone.
Maybe then I won't be alone.


So I'm asking you right now,
What did you mean when you wrote that down?
Did the words make your heart pound?
Cause this might be the reason I stick around.