Oh all the words left unsaid-
All the fits of anger,
I twisted away under a bitten tongue.
All the tears i didn't cry,
stored in a vault in my heart.
And yet we crammed all the 'what ifs' into a single,
"Goodbye."
Yet, when he puts his hand on my waist,
and pulls me in
for the last fiery kiss
I hold my breath for just a second-
as if i could bottle this moment up
into a single memory,
and I could live there forever
floating in his arms.
And I'll wonder if he thinks of me
as the girl he could have loved all his life,
or just a chapter of many lovers
that he left unread.
I guess we will never know