You’ll forgive me if I

didn’t know what I was doing

when I tripped into the pothole that you are to me.

When I stayed after you said “I’m not over her.”

When I was patient.

When I loved you.

You see, I didn’t mean to be

such an inconvenience for you.

But I loved your eyes, your smile,

the way you nuzzled your nose

into my neck.

And your laugh. That laugh

could bring down empires.

Lord knows, it brought down mine.

So when I found out

you were back with her

for however short a time

I was reminded that you

like everyone else

never loved me.

Every “I love you”

that ever fell from your lips

was meant for her.

Not me.