You would never hurt me.
You did everything right.
I had been burt by the sun,
can't blame that on the light.
You would never hurt me.
You just gave me too much time.
It's sad, but not loving me back
remains your only crime.
You never meant to hurt me.
But I kind of wish you had.
Then I could tell myself
that you, were just too cold or crass or mad.
I look for things to hate you for,
with the change of every season.
But the cruelest thing you did to me,
was not provide a reason.
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
