We were a story, you and I, a tale of love, or so I thought.
Our hearts entwined beneath the sky, a bond I believed couldn't be bought.
I loved you with all that I am, my heart, an open book to read. You said you loved me, and I swam In joy, believing in our creed.
But there was always her, wasn't there?
A shadow lurking in your eyes.
I sensed it, but didn't dare to voice my fears, my quiet cries.
For in the end, the truth came clear, like shattering glass, sharp and bright.
Your love for her burned more sincere, eclipsing what we had in night.
I stand here now, with pieces of a heart that loved too fierce, too fast.
While you chase your truer love, I 'm left to reconcile our past. They say it's better to have loved than never to have loved at all. But when the scales are thus uneven, the higher love, the harder fall. So I'll retreat to heal and mend, to find myself in solitude. For though our love has reached its end, I'll grow from this beatitude.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
