he kissed me
by the river —
soft, sweet,
almost right.
but he wasn’t you.
and he didn’t notice
that quietly,
our magic slipped away.
he sent me a text,
still in a haze,
wearing the memory
of my taste
on his lips.
as i read it, i cried.
because i wanted the boy
who broke me,
instead of the boy
who tried.
this one is about trying to move on, when your heart still belongs to someone else.
August 2, 2025