"Look, I found this video in my phone."
We lay across the expanse of the couch in front of a projector screen.
"And what is it of?"
"It's us from two years ago. Look,"
The video is of us, and I stiffen as I watch it.
You never used to let me take photos of you.
This is the first time in years I've seen the face of whom I fell in love with.
We laugh as the video finishes,
over the sound of the movie and our friends fighting over the bean bag.
"What the hell were we on back then?" You giggle at the thought.
I struggle to find the meaning in your words.
You turn over to look me in the eye.
"You know I only ever kissed you because you gave me things,"
I can only stare at you.
"I never really liked you."
I force a smile over my despair.
"Yeah, I know,"
I look away so you don't see the expression on my face.
"Me neither."
A lie.
Such a fucking lie.
You loved her, you know?
You thought she loved you.
But I can't tell her that.
I clear my throat.
I want to explain
everything
But I will miss the smile on your face the moment that I do.
I will miss the way you talked
And texted me late
And I will miss the way you faked
loving me.
Of course she never loved me.
Of course.
So stupid to think she loved me.
I thought I loved her too.
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She's Everything. (Short poetry series)
PoetryThese poems are written in chronological order of real events, from my perspective, that took place in my life before during and after my first relationship and my experience with it. Thanks for reading, i appreciate the support!
