Get Your Premium Membership

East Coast

There's this guy I used to eye When I first moved to the country, He's a taurus with a great smile and his mother really loved me. Him and I were a we after I told him, "Hey, hope you don't mind, I don't pine. I'll be honest with you here, Yes I know that I don't know you but you should know that I admire- Your work, the way you think, your voice and your hair." He turned pink, started stuttering Ugh! he was sweet, why did I ever leave him? We were close, closer than I had ever before been. I closed the door, I was scared I wasn't ready to wear the ring. He looked happy that day when I asked him to sit next to me, I didn't wanted to lie so I had to tell him, I've got more than butterflies For someone we both just finished working with. I think he cried, I don't remember, he was really kind about it. I remember leaving our home, remember his sister calling me to say, "are you sure you want this?" Was I sure? I mean, I sure do hope since no way we can change it now. He looks happy with her, the same way he did before. No no! you don't understand, I want nothing but the best for them. Still sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I really do just think about it. Could've been easy, my whole life, I could be happy and comfortable. Good on paper but I felt trapped just like I always do, We had it planned, our whole lives, but somehow it wasn't mine too. I wasn't ready for all the things we had coming. Trust me, I still am not and probably I never will be, So I didn't ask for time, instead, I said, "I'm leaving". I sound pathetic, but I really did love him So I'm saying these, this'll help, I hope- See, I know I can't change the past, I don't even want to He seems happy, I'll cope.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things