Dec 9
How
do you smile
only once a day?
How
did I become the thief
of your laughter?
You could’ve been loved
in so many other ways—
so much more,
so much better.
It breaks my heart
to see you settle
for so little,
for so much less.
If I were anything more,
how much more
could I have truly been?
Is it enough?
I ask myself each day.
I could have swept you off your feet.
If I ever did,
I’m sorry.
You deserved better—
The moon, the stars,
the sky, the world.
Dinner dates in Paris,
the finest wine,
the rarest diamonds,
the grandest dreams.
A better heart,
a kinder mind,
a story worth telling.
But I know—
not enough.
