I made a mistake.
Maybe this is my punishment to take.
I wanted you.
I still do.
Holding on was too painful.
My fragile heart has to be careful.
Why couldn’t you just say it?
I needed you to say it.
I miss your hand on my thigh.
In those moments there were no whys.
Just us in the dark,
Hesitations parked.
I was happy,
As anyone could be.
I’d tickle your ear.
I wish you were here.
Here, for me.
For I’m in need, you see.
For someone to stay.
Why couldn’t you stay?
Tear streaks now dried on my face.
I wish to be in a different place.
Where you didn’t exist.
A realm in which we had never kissed.
Maybe I needed to let go.
Perhaps I needed to grow.
Maybe I’ll see you again,
Maybe then I’ll explain what I meant.
For I had already loved you.
I just wanted you to love me too.
Then again,
Perhaps it’s best you won’t ever know.
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this life of love
Poëzie"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
