This isn't a love poem,                     _{and it never really was}
It's telling you I was too quick
To make decisions, to think I was free
From the shackles,
from the cage of another;
and trying to explain -
The beauty of a moment
meant more to me
than you ever thought you did.


This isn't a love poem,                             _{but it was once}
This is saying I forgave a long time ago
but I am the cliché and cannot forget.
But though some small part of me
wants murder
another still wants the past,
and maybe always will, I didn't learn
although I understand better.


this isn't a love poem,               _{and i don't know if it will be}
it's just letting you know
                             ^go?
that if you ever need me
you only have to reach.

                                           _again.