This one is going to hurt.
When you decide you've had enough,
When you decide you're ready to leave,
When you pull the rug from beneath my feet.
This one is going to hurt.
When you decide you're done with me,
When you stop thinking I'm beautiful,
When you realize I'm not for you.
This one is going to hurt.
Because I think this is love.
Because I've let you in.
Because I've accepted you as mine.
This one is going to hurt.
But for now, the ignorance is bliss when you hold my hand.
No pain in sight.
A.N: not a haiku, but I've got a new girlfriend who I adore and this is a poem about feeling inadequate and the fact that I'm probably falling in love.