You asked me if I loved him.
I looked down at my cold hands,
the steaming coffee mug.
And in my head,
I screamed no;
how could I.
How can you love someone you never even knew to begin with.
I smiled,
A small
crooked smile;
yeah,
I did.
And inside my mind,
the same smile appeared.
because of how naive I had been,
to what
love
was.
With him I thought the over protection,
The worry,
Concern,
Obsession,
Was out of love for him.
When in reality,
it was for who he was loving,
when I wasn't around.
The butterflies and anxiety,
That come with this coffee.
Your dimples.
Your voice.
That's what real love should feel like;
Look like;
Yet I can't bring myself,
To smile like you smile.
My heart won't let go.
Because no matter how
Stupid,
Trivial,
Small.
You were the one I wanted.
The one I want...
But I grip my mug a little tighter,
Give a small laugh.
No.
I dont love him.
But I don't think
I'll ever
Love
Again
C. G.
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Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
