Surviving Heartbreak

The Way I Looked At You

I've come to realise,

You aren't all that special—

And I don't mean to tear you down,

Quite the opposite.

It was the way I looked at you,

Like a kid gazing at something they loved,

Wide-eyed, innocent,

Like I was lucky just to be yours.

And honestly, I was—

For that time, I'll never regret it.

The way I looked at you

Was like I held something no one else had,

And in a way, I did,

Because I had you,

And you were my world.

I didn't question why,

Didn't know what to do with that truth,

But it didn't matter.

My heart chose you and yours chose mine,

And that was all I needed.

I had the childlike gaze,

The one full of wonder,

And only now,

As I look back at our pictures,

Do I see what everyone meant.

You were special—

Because I made you that way,

Crafter you in my eyes

Like something rare.

And now I wonder,

Will I ever be able 

To look at you differently?

Or will you always be framed

By the way I once saw you—

Through the lens of a love

That was mine to give?

I wonder if I'll ever see you,

Through any lens but love's. 

—MistakenGenius