I didn't expect this from you
ironically, it seems I say that a lot about you
I didn't expect for our veins to disconnect
I really didn't want to feel that
I did not foresee the change that would summon
new feelings with other people and diminish mine towards you
I never imagined my arm pulling away when it gently touched yours
I don't have experience in love... except, that word comes with so much and so little meaning im not sure how to define it
What I did have experience in, however, was wishing, every day, every evening
that something would come of it
that I would be okay to really feel what I felt towards you
The little that amounted meant so much and yet so little
And now I feel like that poet who drones on about that unrequited love, and phrases it in ways he or she believes to be original
Pessimistic much?
Possibly.
But before I end this poem I would like to say that I love you and I loved you and a part of me is relieved that I stopped