Love

Always the wrong place,
at the wrong time,
with a perfect guy,
who's wrong for me.

Too far away,
already moved on,
scared of being hurt,
or in love with her.

Distance kills.
He's there and I'm here.
Under my own choice
of course,
but I'd take it all back.

I still have that note
and I read it
every now and then
just to see if I can remember
your sweet voice.

"Love" or attraction?
Fine words get far
but only mean much
before they're used
for another girl.

Poems are nice;
so are compliments.
But they only mean much
when they come from the heart,
and not from a book.

A love that was genuine
but only after it was too late,
and the tables had turned,
and he was already gone.

Well, you left your hat here
You know that one you loved so much?
I wear it a lot,
and think of you when I do.

And a perfect match;
a red string tied to fingers.
But her's is tangle up in it.
Or maybe,
I'm the one who created the knot.

You waited so long
just to be with someone you care about.
I'd hate to see you get hurt.
Or her,
for your sake.