I always wanted it to be you.
But my soul chose the latter between disappointment and the promise of change.
I couldn’t stay, while you stole from me. You lived in the secrets I brushed across your forehead and through your hair. You clung to the wilting white frames of us kissing and laughing in corners together. And maybe you could continue burning on the fumes of my siphoned heart.
But my soul couldn’t. Even though I always wanted it to be you.
And the truth is, I still do.
Put the fork down and leave your regrets on the table.
We will not consume them alongside the irritated flicker of candlelight.
We will not justify and correct and shape up our versions of history.
With our country resentfully divided, I lay this treaty upon the borderline:
We were only confused. We were only mistaken.
We were only hopeful. We were only in love.
We were only human.
You must have thought that your contradictions
would paint you as complex.
But everything stops looking rose-colored
once the truth starts bleeding into the hues.
You can love me like a half-hearted excuse,
but darling, you’re fooling yourself.
All you have done is grind down your grandeur,
and whittle away my devoted perception of you.
so I’ve learned that loving you
gains me nothing.
promises to be broken
wishes that do not come true
and smiles that are gifted to someone else.
so I’ve learned from loving you
that I have promises to keep
wishes to make
and smiles to save for someone new.