I put too much hope into him;
Not for him per se
But for me.
And maybe a little bit for you.
My mind thought either
I would forget you and
Love him,
Or you would remember me
And replace him.
It was a win-win, I thought;
Either way I would be loved,
And love someone in return.
But, as it turns out,
I missed the third option
Of devoting myself to him,
Falling for him,
But still wanting you.
And with you both gone now,
I have lost everything in
What I thought was a no-lose situation.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
