I will leave us a mistake unmade.

You were my first taste of dawns met with playful banter,
and I was your first shot at being left in the cold.
I broke your heart for all the wrong reasons, darling,
and I can never tell you the truth of why I put the light in your eyes
and left you gutted, raw.
You will always be an asymptote I will slip dangerously close to,
but the heartstrings binding us weave no tapestry of a future in romance.

I cannot love you.