A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Past Pities

I don't think I've ever said this in a poem,
But I always felt like I owed him.
I tried so hard to fall in love,
Cause he liked me so damn much.

He was so sweet to me.
So kind, in fact, I should have just let him be.
But I kept coming back,
Cause it felt nice to be liked like that.

Looking back on it now,
I wonder how I could ever allow
Myself to let him love me,
Knowing how I still wasn't free?

He knew that I loved someone else,
And I knew how bad that must have felt.
Still I held on to his sweet remarks,
Cause they were the only things that lit up the dark.

I should have let him go.
But that was the time that I needed him most.
I should have done more for him.
I should have made our encounters more than just a whim.

If you ever read this,
Please know that I'm sorry for never returning that short-lived bliss.
I wish I could have been,
At the very least, a good friend.