you'd told me my love wasn't the love for you,
but there was a time when my comfort was
all you'd ever needed,
and i was the person you wanted to be besides
everywhere you went
any time of day;
and there was a time when your smile
depended on the words i tried to sweetly speak to you
and the words i used to make you smile;
ended up being the words i regretted the most,
because my love wasn't the love for you
because someone had it already;
and that someone was not me
no matter how much i wished
it was.

(m.g.p)