29th of March
As the icy breeze filled the air
I wanted nothing more than
To be acquainted with your warm embrace
Once again, like before
Little did I know
You were slowly turning back into
The stranger you once were
How did I not notice
The cracks, the faults beginning to form?
Were my rose tinted glasses on too tight
That I didn’t see
The forest for the trees?
How foolish of me, how careless and callous
To think I’m what you wanted
When all you ever wanted was to
get away
From me
How selfish of me not to realize
That you were suffocating
In my grasp
While I had sat doe-eyed clinging onto
The last bit of affection that I thought I deserve
Did I do too much?
say too much?
feel too much?
For you
To think I’m much too much
for you?
Get away
From me
Are the words your eyes spoke
As your lips told me to hate you
You say you’ve never read my poems,
But I hope you read this one
These are the words I couldn’t find
That night on your couch
