I should have learned the first time
that I would be second in the blink of an eye,
a drop of a dime.
You still send her hearts and words,
words that should be saved for me
but from your actions I can only say
that you don't want to be with me.
I could have held you close
and comforted your lips with mine.
I could have learned
the very thing I hate to say out loud.
I could have learned to love again
through your touch and gentle hand
but you thought it best to text her back....
So answer me this question
that has lingered on my tongue.
Was it me? Was I in the wrong?
Did I hold you too tight when I lay by your side
or were my lips too eager when they met yours?
Did I cry too often or not enough?
Was it my acne or the size of my gut?
Whatever the reason my trust in you is gone.
Just like the winter season gives way to new,
I must also take my leave from you.
I was developing feelings from the time we shared
and I hope you know how much I cared.
It shows in my poem my feelings for you
because I would not take this much time
if I couldn't have ever loved you.
So maybe I already did,
maybe I didn't but could have,
or maybe we could never have been,
but what I know is this
should never have been the end.
This ending with so much sorrow
that I cried you an ocean.
Just know that when you do that to a girl,
no matter the type of woman,
will always feel less of a person
when you talk to others
the way they want you to talk to them.
So take heed and think twice
about the "babe", "honey", or flirtatious spice.
Just know that I could have loved you.
