“i wish i never met you,”
the words repeated in my mind.
but that’s not true—we both know
love like ours was hard to find.

i don't know how it happened,
how it all became amiss.
in one night it went from kisses on cheeks,
to what felt like my dying breath.

what hurt the most, is that in the end,
it was my choice and not yours.
because yours was made that very day,
you claimed you wanted more.

so day by day and year by year,
i’ll slowly make it through.
with only the hope that in your soul,
you think, “it was always you.”