I have always loved,
But never been loved.
I have always cried,
But never have been cried for.
I have gotten someone who changed that,
I have not loved him.
I let him go.
But once I had
I’d fallen
Into the arms of love,
Who suffocates me
With the constant reminder
That I have let my lover go
And will never get him back.
Now I will never know how his lips will be placed against mine,
How his hands will burn against my skin,
How his eyes will look like when he says those precious words,
“You are mine and I am yours, I love you.”
But most importantly,
How he says my name
Lacing it with so much love,
That I will feel myself getting dizzy for a moment from the intensity my name held,
Coming from his lips.
And this is when I figured out the true meaning of the saying,
“Everybody winds up kissing the wrong person goodnight."
