Love, or So I Thought

You could
say it
was fate
but it
really
was not.

We met
One
Two
Three times
we conversed.

You could
say it was
coincidence
because it
really was

Love. It was
a love to last
or so I thought.

The way you
caressed and
embraced me
helped me
to, feel
your love
to, know
your love
or, made
me think
I, knew
your love.

But,
as time passed,
you gave no sign
of leaving

Me and you
were
together

One
Two
Three
Four years
Of love.

Then,
you left me.

You could’ve
mentioned

You could’ve
told me
you were
leaving.

Instead,
you hid it
from me.

You said
it was
to make
it easy

But it
wasn’t
easy.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five days
I cried.

Five days
I asked
myself
why
would he
leave me

After
One
Two
Three
Four years
of love.

Years of
confusion
and
hurt,
followed
by
annoyance
and an-
ger fueled
my
darkened
persona

And
I was
never
the same
as when
you loved
me.

Well,
at least
I thought
you loved
me.