Poems about Love

your name

Your name was special, 
The first word I ever said to you, 
Before we even started talking. 
And it was the last word I said 
Before you walked away. 

At first, when I said your name, 
I remember the blush in your cheeks,
And the rhythm of my racing heart.
But the last time I said it, 
You didn’t care, and I was in tears. 

Now, I hate it. 
I hate hearing it, 
I hate saying it, 
I haven’t spoken it since you left. 
I hate it. 

But maybe, I don’t hate it at all.
Maybe your name just carries the weight
Of everything I wanted us to be—
And everything we’ll never become.