He Doesn’t Love You
It's cruel to be kind
to Love Unrequited
She hears promises in your lies
She sees beauty in your blackened heart
She's sewing hope into your jagged edges
Instead
Say nothing, deny her existence
Disappear like morning fog
Flaunt your newfound happiness
Until you're transformed
Heart's desire.....
Now bittersweet memories
Starbucks, 7 am, and my world’s crashing down.
In a quiet room,
away from the bar,
so others don't see them cry.
Even after hurt,
exchanged by both sides,
have that much compassion at least.
Slide over papers,
and arrange to see,
Samantha, every other week.
(Remember the nights we spent in bed, knowing we could always touch?)
Not Love, Actually.
I get it.
You're waiting for the "...just kidding!"
Like when I said "I love you"
and followed it up with "... you daft idiot."
Downplaying a thrilling, daunting, life-changing confession.
Trouble is, change doesn't scare me anymore.
I crave it.
Spoiler alert: don't pull the petals off that flower.