We sat down at the old coffee place
(I really hate espresso)
It was probably Monday
(Definitely cliché)
I leaned back in my chair,
you leaned forward
(Never were good with body language)
The frosting window was more inviting
than your hands as they reached
for mine.
(I was jealous of the laughing couple outside)
I wished you weren’t perfect.
(I wanted to catch you cheating, or something)
It would have made everything much easier.
At least, more sensible.
I didn’t know how hard it would actually be.
(That’s what I said to appease your feelings)
The words (actually) just fell out,
Like stones forced over a waterfall’s edge.
The truth is,
I (Never) Loved You.