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Nov 2015
I was in love with the way he tells me about you,
Like your name is caressed before it leaves his mouth.
I keep repeating his voice in my head,
Thinking it was me he was talking about.

I was in love with the way he sings for you,
Like you were always the only woman left on earth.
I keep replaying how he recklessly strums the guitar,
Pretending I didn't hear my heart hurt.

I was in love with the way he melts you with his stare,
Like you were the only one there for him.
I keep reliving how he looks at you,
Imagining someday he'll look at me like that too.

I was in love with his words,
Like you were the only story to reveal.
I keep recalling how he described you like a drug,
Anticipating that he'd realize he's too good for you.

I was in love with the way he holds your hands,
Like they were the most precious things left in the world.
I keep remembering your fingers were always interlocked,
Hoping he will soon let go.

I am sorry I loved him,
I am sorry I still envy you.
Because no matter how many times I tell myself ******* on how much I am better than you,
I cannot forget the vision of you holding and kissing each other too easily,
I never came any closer on erasing how your bodies perfectly fit each other.

I
Never
Came
Any
Closer.

But forgive me,
I never knew how to unlove.
I never knew how to forget.
I never knew how to kiss..
The past good bye.

It's not for me to ask,
But please give him the love he needs,
The love he wants,
The love he deserves,
The love he desires.

Love him more than he loves you.
Love him for me.
Please.

Because I will never have the chance.
Because I will never come closer.
Because he will never let me.
Because it's always you.
Janelle
Written by
Janelle  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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   XIII and Sumina Thapaliya
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