Book of Poems

11/25

Rereading old conversations between us,
I understood.
You really did have feelings for me a year ago, didn't you.
But I was too naïve to see that
and now there's no chance for us.
And now I've grown to love you,
but you've probably lost your feelings for me.
And that's heartbreaking, to me.
You really did love me for a while,
but I never noticed
and now I do love you
but you probably don't even care.

Over the course of
the past year,
our conversations grew shorter,
our shared laughs became lesser,
and our friendship nearly fell to pieces.

We used to stay up all night talking;
I miss that more than anything,
I love you more than anyone.

But I missed my chance.
How could I have been so dumb?
I'm sorry that I left you hanging,
but this sick and twisted revenge you're pulling
combined with my feelings for you
makes up a weight on my chest
that will never go away.
I'm sorry