Sometimes, I'd think that I missed it.
All the late-night conversations,
good morning "I love you"s,
glances exchanged in the halls,
awkward smiles,
adorable nicknames,
that bracelet.

But I don't wear that bracelet anymore,
not since you starting doubting all we had.

When the good morning texts were just typed,
sitting there with the send button unpressed.
When we started avoiding each other in the halls
because we couldn't bear to see the other's face.
When those awkward smiles we'd exchange
turned into just plain awkward.
When the adorable nicknames went away.
When that bracelet just sat there,
on my dresser instead of my wrist.

Sometimes, I thought I missed the way we were.
But now I know, we're better off the way we are.

It's a Friday night
and here I am,
writing yet another poem
About you.

You and your brown eyes,
You and that smile I'm still not over,
You and the way you used to look at me.

But you're not the same you that you were before.
You're too busy pleasing everyone,
Letting them change you into a you
that I don't even recognize anymore.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is,
Why did you let them get in the way
Of what we could've had?

Because I'm not really writing this poem
About you after all,
I'm writing it about the you
I used to know.

An angel stripped of her halo,
locked in a dungeon
of self-doubt and heartbreak,
longs to be saved.

She dreams of her knight in shining armor
rescuing her from the fear onto which she clings,
the same fear that stifles her uttermost dreams.

But her saving grace must fight his own battle,
a ferocious war between the good he once found in her heart
and the evil that still plagues his own mind.

The bright light that used to shine from within her eyes
has lessened to a mere glimmer of fluctuating hope,
and her once supple lips have slowly but steadily dried,
for it has been so long since they tasted freedom.

But what must it take for this beauty to be saved?

She has been taken from a world of wonder,
a planet of peaceful longing and generous love,
into an isolated cell unto which no living being has stumbled.

For this prison is within her own mind.

And it is up to her
to save herself.

You said I reminded you of the rain,
and I said you reminded me of the sunset.
You said that you'd stick by me
even if there was some thunder.
I said I'd stick by you
long enough to see every sunrise.

But then, there was some thunder,
and some lightning,
and the rain you thought you knew so well
turned out to be a hurricane.

You didn't stay, but to this day
I still watch every single sunset
and wake up early
to see the sun rise.

I'd be lying if I said I never saw this coming.
I did, I just didn't think it'd get to this point,
that we'd get to this point.

But here I am and there you are.
You see, the two of us aren't even a "we" anymore,
because no combination of you and I
will ever again form that connection,
not after what you did.

I'm truly sorry things had to happen this way,
but I'm not sorry I ever loved you,
because that's not something I'd want to forget.
And I don't think you should forget it either.

I'm sorry you had to make the decision you did,
but I'm not sorry that by the time you'd made up your mind,
I'd already made up mine.

I'm sorry you acted on your feelings
before you knew what they truly were,
but I'm not sorry for that night
and the way we felt about each other.

And lastly, I'm sorry you hurt me.

And I hope that someday,
you're strong enough to admit
that you're sorry too.