Love🥀

Love🥀

A word quite small

But impactful

Quite known

But so foreign

What is love?

And what does it do?

I ask myself that

Even after I know

Quite a small four-letter word

But so is ruin
With an equally destructive meaning

Because I know how our love

Was the end of me

How did I lose you

When you were never mine

And when did I lose myself

I never realized

Funny is this game of love

A game for two

But often ruined by a third

We could’ve been an epic story

If it wasn’t a story of three

I often find myself asking

Where was I lacking

That maybe, just maybe

Had I done things differently

You would’ve been here

Right next to me

Now as I sit here

In front of my notebook with tears spilling on the paper
Writing this

I’m wondering whether I should send this to you

But I decide against it

Because it was our own story

And not for her to read.