"it was part of the rules."
i engrave that excuse into me
about at least a thousand times,
wring the regret from the towel
that has already been dried,
once soaked through by past hopes,
now crinkled by what had died.
maybe in a life where i had not
signed the dotted line of a
nondisclosure agreement,
i would have been able to be
honest with your caffeinated eyes,
i would have said what i have written
here, the words that weren't lies.
i would have told you what i couldn't
in the three years we had built,
i would have told you
how you made me grow
and that without you
i would wilt.
but i didn't because,
hey,
"it was part of the rules,"
"part of the NDA,"
and anyway,
would you have stayed
and be with me today?
YOU ARE READING
love stains
Poesía[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
