You smiled at me and I smiled back,
you didn't notice that I took one step backwards,
you held my hand because it was beside yours ,
I held yours back then
but you didn't notice that ever since I always had my hands in my pocket,
you loved me fiercely and I loved you not.
But it wasn't you. It was me.
It was the thought that your smile is gonna be the smile that causes me pain some day,
the thought that your hands holding mine is gonna make my hands feel empty when you're not around.
It wasn't you it was the pain that I saw coming like a speeding train about to wreck. The end that I knew would happen.
So I didn't like it. I didn't want it. And I pushed you out of love.
You loved me fiercely and I loved you cautiously.
I loved you enough to walk away after you kissed my lips numb.
Enough to say goodbye after you asked me to be yours.
I loved you enough to tell you that I did not love you at all
and then I spent the rest of my days touching my lips,
where your lips once were,
Clenching my hands ,
were your hands once were.
And smiling at random strangers
hoping that somehow one of them would have the same smile as yours,
but it never happened.
You see, I had enough love but not enough bravery.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
