I always stood there inside the kitchen, making that exact soup i always made in that exact pot,
I remember all of my ex's woukd wander in the kitchen, telling me how it smelt nice, and as they would walk out they would snigger "not".
But i remeber while making that soup, you would stop and say it smelt nice alot,
But i would laugh a little while you watched me, and i would say "No",
What i didn't understand was that you truly meant it, Joe.
Everytime we sit down, we would have that soup for tea.
And i would always wonder, if we would ever be together, him and me.
But before I could keep my hopes up, i realised that i had lost you, my key.
And after all these thoughts, i finally realised that you truly aren't the one for me.
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PoetryShort poems to long poems. Love poems to friend poems. These are my collection of poems which i have written previously, most of them based on love.