what if

October 26, 2017

he wasn't mine and I wasn't his,

but somehow we began to lose our once shared fizz.

we had a special something,

it was kind of like a fling.

only difference was we weren't together,

but still offered each other shelter.

so many what if's running through my mind,

almost like my thoughts have me in a bind.

what if we were a couple,

maybe this relationship or whatever it was would've been more supple.

what if he let me help him,

maybe then and just then I wouldn't feel so grim.

what if he was happy,

would he have done this to me?

what if he and I just spoke?

maybe then I wouldn't feel like I'm about to choke.

but we weren't anything,

yet still needed each other to cling.

I didn't even know him long,

and people say that's wrong.

eight weeks; but with him it felt like a lifetime,

to love someone so much in such a short amount of time, well that must be a crime.

if that really be so; have me arrested,

cause in no way does that make my affections for him lessened.

it hasn't been that long since he left to say goodbye and go away,

but I can tell that'll I'll miss him everyday.

I hate him for what he did,

but I had to let him go and keep him only in a small part of my mind; very well hid.

hopefully he'll come back,

and when he does; nothing else will lack

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