I remember our first kiss
The taste of wine on your lips
The sweet goodbyes in the mist
The stain of lipstick in the winds

I remember our first dance
The slow swaying of the hips
The soft sigh of utter bliss
The lullabies that we miss

I remember our first day
The small stumbles and the trips
The squeals of laughter in the ships
The secret wishes on the wisps

I remember my first tear
The look of love on your face
The new emptiness in the space
The priest's last words and final grace

My mother warned me about love when I was younger.
She told me that true love comes when you're older.
I didn't believe her because I thought that I was in love.
I thought that he was the one and that he would always
love me.

Now here we are three years later and I don't know my
emotions.
One moment he is this beautiful human being
And the next moment he's tearing me apart with his words.
He doesn't love me and I don't think I love him.
It's a battle between us, trying to be friends and then pushing
the other one away out of fear of falling again.

He doesn't know about the love letters that I write in my mind.
He'll never know about the countless texts I nearly sent him.
And I sure as hell know that he will never like me again
so why do I keep liking him?