08.20.21
I guess I had it all wrong
when I claimed your words into
something meaningful and
how my heart thudded upon
the touch of your arms around
my shoulders.
I guess I had it all wrong
when I took your jokes into
great assumption that I meant
more than just a friend to you,
that I might be someone you
hold dear inside your mind when
you can't sleep at night.
I guess I had it all wrong
when you told me to not
welcome another form of
affection other than yours,
that I should get you a
spot inside my heart where
no one can ever invade.
I guess I had it all wrong
when I heard you say
'Iloveyou' in the middle of the night,
telling me how you wish
to be with me for the rest of your life.
I guess I had it all wrong
when I started thinking
that there could be us,
that there could be words
in between the silence,
that there could be certainty
in vague promises,
that there could be ears
for the unheard sighs and cries,
that there could be reciprocation
for what I thought I wouldn't have
the need to show,
that there could be you and me
in the end.
Yes, I guess I had it all wrong,
because we never did.
—georginariver
