I met the love of my life
when my palms were still smooth
and my heart was still full.

The love of my life
was barely healing
while I was newly broken

When the love of my life
reached out to me
I would radiate warmth
but be encased in ice

When I reached out
The love of my life
would intertwine his fingers with mine
even though they were covered in thorns

We broke together
then we broke apart
The love of my life left me at 20
and all those years we lost
all the time we wasted
He is still the love of my life

I left the key under the mat
Just so he could find it
He held on to that key for the longest time
Before he finally used it
The love of my life came back to me

When the love of my life came back to me
I had just turned 23 and by then
My heart had been beaten, bruised, broken
My mind had been put back together
torn apart, and put back together again

When I saw the love of my life
for the first time in 3 years
I didn't know how to breathe
but I spotted him a mile away
He still smelled the same
and he still felt the same
like home

For the next six days
I got to experience the bliss
the ultimate peace of finally being home
For six days
I laughed and smiled
more than I had in a long time

When reality set in,
the love of my life
was not mine to love anymore
He made a life without me in it

I had done the same
but I kept a special space just for him
but like all homes
they eventually get run down
then they start to fall apart
until all that's left is just
the memories

The love of my life came back to me
but it's time for me to let go
it's time to actually move on
He was the love of my life
but
I was not the love of his life
I don't think I ever could be