Who was I to believe
that every crack could be sealed
by showing up one more time,
who would I become
if I learned not to miss you,
I crossed state lines
to find small pockets of time with you,
chasing conversations between departures
collecting hours like precious coins,
I gave what I had
Not because love demanded it
but because my heart knew no smaller language,
it was never like me
to place my heart in someone's hands
without keeping a piece for myself,
Now you grow distant
a shoreline pulling away from the tide,
and every distance between us
feels heavier than it should,
I searched for different endings,
different words,
different versions of us
where your mind would change
and your love would stay,
I ignored the warnings,
They said you'd leave,
I called it doubt,
I called it fear,
I called it everything except the truth,
It will always be easy to blame you
But it's my fault for thinking I could fix you.
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Author:
mentrauz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 3rd, 2026 14:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone has that one experience...
- Category: Sad
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