I meant to love you,
you insisted,
on running,
to her,
instead.
I meant to love you,
you called me,
boring,
not so,
intriguing,
and drove away,
in a cliché sunset.
I meant to love you,
you put me,
in time out,
like a child,
face the corner,
and said,
“Now,
think about,
all the things,
you never did.”
I meant to love you,
you kissed,
all the bruises away,
until they became,
bitter memories,
instead.