Sometimes I look at you. And you actually smile.
You smile like you don't know me.
Like you never broke my already shattered heart.
Sometimes, you laugh at the things I say. genuinely giggle.
Like you never stole my laughter,
And didn't give it back until weeks after.
But I knew that you were a train going full speed towards a cliff.
Why did I get so attached?
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I smiled back.
Sometimes I wonder what you think of me years later.
I don't think about you.
Yet I decided to write this. About you. About us.
Sometimes I wonder if you hadn't broken my heart with five little words.
Sometimes I wonder if you had said to me,
"I love you."
Instead of,
"I'm sorry, I love her."