This isn't a love poem
because it was never you that I loved
I loved you warm breath on my face at 3 am
I loved your eyelashes whenever you looked down
I loved the way you would say my name as I walked away
but it was never you
Never you that I loved
If it was you that I loved there would be no nights reliving every encounter
every time you crinkled your eyes every time got into my car
If it was you I wouldn't be asking myself "Why her?" Why wasn't I enough?"
Because I already knew the answer
It wasn't me. it was never me. i wasn't enough.
But, I never loved you
If I loved you, I would have let go
and I could not let go