We met on a Wednesday that nature cursed
A eerily harsh afternoon until I saw you
I helped you see me, and you saw beyond
I ignored the walls around you and let down mine for you
You loved my aura and did well to let me know
But when you said, "I love you", that was it.
The line my past had taught me to hate.
How was it okay to just put it out there?
Turned out, you were a whole lot different
I guess, I was beginning to like your aura
To grow on you and understand your ways
But I spaced out for fear of feeling too deep
For fear that I was falling for you, I ghosted
So confused and in denial, I backed out
I quitted on impulse and rued it deeply
I guess this is my way of saying, I'm sorry.
I thought you said, "I love you" too early
I thought it was but a mere game to you
For what it's worth, I just want to know
Is it too late now to say, I love you too?
YOU ARE READING
To the ex I never dated
PoesíaWhat happens when love goes wrong? It drains you of all the love you once had to offer and leaves with a million and one reasons to only want to hate. Some say, you move on. Others say, you stay and fight to set it right. But the elites write their...
