the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)

3. Something special

Remember when
I told you I wished I never saw
something special in you?

Truth is,
I only said that
because it would have been better
if lust and wanting to fuck each other
would have been the only things
that brought us two together.

It would have been easier
to get over a fuckboy,
than to let go of the man I somehow felt like
could have been much more than that.