It was easy to say I love you when the emotions were all aglow.
The world was painted in different colors back then.
Had the garrish beams not been as bright, I might have seen the flaws.
The flaws would have changed my mind so much sooner.
They would have set me on edge and made me ask what I had been thinking.
But we’re all flawed. It wouldn’t be different with another.
Each conversation ends the same. You fantasize and romanticize along the way of what you desire to be, and yet these all stay as they are.
Fluttering hearts hold out for you. One has resigned to disappontment.
Arms no longer reach with excitement.
Squeals no longer call out your name.
I am no longer the only soul hurt. Two more joined the till.