I always seem to fall for the ones that lose interest.

I've been guilty of infatuation, but never like this.

I replay all the times we went out, and I wonder at what point did I do anything that would have fueled your doubt.

So now I'm forced to write shitty poems about you,

Because that pretty much all I can do.

I don't communicate my romantic feelings for people well.

But that's something we both had in common.

What we had seemed to end with a bow of the head, and a quick "Amen."

Your excuse was that the new road would weigh us both down.

But I've been educated on reading between the lines.

And I would have called you out, would it not have been so unkind.